Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written, that the Shoemaker fhould meddle with his Yard, and the Tailor with his Laft, the Fisher with his Pencil, and the Painter with his Nets. But I am fent to find those Perfons, whofe names are here writ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ. I must to the Learned.In good time, Enter Benvolio and Romeo. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is leffen'd by another's Anguish, Turn giddy, and be help'd by backward turning, One defperate grief cure with another's Languish; Take thou fome new infection to the eye, And the rank poifon of the old will die. Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that. Rom. For your broken fhin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-mani is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipt and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow. [To the Servant. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my mifery. Can you read any thing you fee? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Serv. Ye fay honeftly. Reft you merry.— Rom. Stay, fellow, I can read. VOL. VIII. C [He [He reads the lift.] Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; Count Anfelm, and his beauteous fifters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely neices; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, bis wife and daughters; my fair neice Rofaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena. A fair affembly; whither should they come ? Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? to fupper? Serv. To our house. Rom. Whofe house? Serv. My mafter's. Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the Houfe of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Reft you merry. [Exit. Ben. At this fame ancient Feaft of Capulet's 5 A fair affenbly; whither from the Servant's answer, than Should they come? Serv. Up Rom. Whither? to fupper? Serv. To our house. ] Romeo had read over the lift of invited guefts; but how fhould he know they were invited to fupper? This comes much more aptly Romeo's question; and must undoubtedly be placed to him. WARBURTON. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains fuch falfhoods, then turn tears to fires! And thefe, who, often drown'd, could never die, Tranfparent hereticks, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! th' all feeing Sun Ne'er faw her match, fince first the world begun. Ben. Tut! tut! you faw her fair, none elfe being by, Herself pois'd with herself, in either eye; But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd SCENE IV. Changes to Capulet's House. Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. La. Cap. N [Exeunt. URSE, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurfe. Now (by my maiden-head, at twelve Years old) I bade her come; what, lamb! what, lady-bird! God forbid !-where's this girl? what, Juliet? Enter Juliet. Jul. How now, who calls? Nurfe. Your mother. Jul. Madam, I am here, what is your will? La. Cap. This is the matter- Nurfe, give leave a while, we muft talk in fecret-Nurfe, come back again, I have remember'd me, thou fhalt hear our counfel. Thou know'ft, my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurfe. 'Faith I can tell her age unto an hour. La. Cap. She's not fourteen. Nurfe. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, (and yet 7 to my teen be it spoken, I have but four;) fhe's not fourteen; how long is it now to Lammas-tide? La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days. Nurfe. Even or odd, of all days in the year, come. Lammas-eve at night, fhall fhe be fourteen. Sufan and the (God reft all chriftian fouls!) were of an age. Well, Sufan is with God, fhe was too good for me. But as I faid, on Lammas-eve at night fhall fhe be fourteen, that shall she, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis fince the earthquake now eleven years, and fhe was wean'd; I never shall forget it, of all the days in the year, upon that day; for I had then laid wormwood to my dug, fitting in the Sun under the Dovehoufe wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantua. -Nay, I do bear a brain. But, as I faid, when it did tafte the worm-wood on the nipple of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to fee it teachy, and fall out with the dug. Shake, quoth the Dove-house'twas no need, I trow, to bid me trudge; and fince that time it is eleven years, for then he could stand alone; nay, by th' rood, fhe could have run, and 7-to my teen] To my forrow. waddled waddled all about; for even the day before fhe broke her brow, and then my husband, (God be with his foul, a' was a merry man ;) took up the child; yea, quoth he, doft thou fall upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit, wilt thou not, fulé ? and by my holy dam, the pretty wretch left crying, and faid, ay; To fee now, how a jest fhall come about.I warrant, an' I fhould live a thousand years, I fhould not forget it: Wilt thou not, Fulé, quoth he? and, pretty fool, it stinted, and said, ay. La. Cap. Enough of this, I pray thee, hold thy peace. 8 Nurfe. Yes, Madam; yet I cannot chufe but laugh, to think it fhould leave crying, and fay, ay; and yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's ftone; a perilous knock, and it cried bitterly. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'ft upon thy face thou wilt fall backward when thou comeft to age, wilt thou not, Julé? it ftinted, and faid, ay. Jul. And ftint thee too, I pray thee, nurse, fay I. Nurfe. Peace, I have done: God mark thee to his grace! Thou waft the prettiest Babe, that e'er I nurft. I have my wish. La. Cap. And that fame marriage is the very theam I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, |