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Defer imbracements till some fitter time,
Part for a while, you shall not be alone,

Till holy Church have ioynd ye both in one.
Rom. Lead holy Father, all delay seemes long.
Iul. Make hast, make hast, this lingring doth us wrong.
Fr. O, soft and faire makes sweetest worke they say.
Hast is a common hindrer in crosse way.

(Exeunt omnes.

The following corresponds in Q 1 to III. i. 94-114: Mer. Is he gone, hath hee nothing? A poxe on your

houses. Rom. What art thou hurt man, the wound is not deepe. Mer. Noe not so deepe as a Well, nor so wide as a barne

doore, but it will serve I warrant. What meant you

to come betweene us? I was hurt under your arme. Rom. I did all for the best. Mer. A poxe of your houses, I am fairely drest. Sirra

goe fetch me a Surgeon. Boy. I goe my Lord. Mer. I am pepperd for this world, I am sped yfaith, he

hath made wormes meate of me, and ye aske for me
to morrow you shall finde me a grave man.
of your houses, I shall be fairely mounted upon four
mens shoulders: For your house of the Mountegues
and the Capolets: and then some peasantly rogue,
some Sexton, some base slave shall write my Epitaph,
that Tybalt came and broke the Princes Lawes, and
Mercutio was slaine for the first and second cause.

Wher 's the Surgeon ?
Boy. Hee's come sir.
Mer. Now heele keepe a mumbling in my guts on the

other side, come Benvolio, lend me thy hand : a poxe of your houses.

[Exeunt.

A poxe

The following corresponds in Q i to iv. i. 77 to end of

scene:

Jul. Oh bid me leape (rather than marrie Paris

From off the battlements of yonder tower:

Or chaine me to some steepie mountaines top,
Where roaring Beares and savage Lions are:
Or shut me nightly in a Charnell-house,
With reekie shankes, and yeolow chaples sculls :
Or lay me in tombe with one new dead :
Things that to heare them namde have made me

tremble;
And I will doo it without feare or doubt,
To keep my selfe a faithfull unstaind Wife

To my deere Lord, my deerest Romeo.
Fr. Hold Iuliet, hie thee home, get thee to bed,

Let not thy Nurse lye with thee in thy Chamber :
And when thou art alone, take thou this Violl,
And this distilled Liquor drinke thou off:
When presently through all thy veynes shall run
A dull and heavie slumber, which shall seaze
Each vitall spirit: for no Pulse shall keepe
His naturall progresse, but surcease to beate :
No signe of breath shall testifie thou livst.
And in this borrowed likenes of shrunke death,
Thou shalt remaine full two and fortie houres.
And when thou art laid in thy Kindreds Vault,
Ile send in haste to Mantua to thy Lord,

And he shall come and take thee from thy grave. Iul. Frier I goe, be sure thou send for my deare Romeo.

[Exeunt.

The following in Q i corresponds to IV. V. 41-95:
Par. Have I thought long to see this mornings face,

And doth it now present such prodegies?
Accurst, unhappy, miserable man,
Forlorne, forsaken, destitute I am:
Borne to the world to be a slave in it.
Distrest, remediles, and unfortunate.
O heavens, O nature, wherefore did you make me,

To live so vile, so wretched as I shall.
Cap. O heere she lies that was our hope, our joy,
And being dead, dead sorrow nips us all.

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All cry. And all our ioy, and all our hope is dead,

Dead, lost, undone, absented, wholy fled.
Cap. Cruel, uniust, impartiall destinies,

Why to this day have you preserv'd my life?
To see my hope, my stay, my ioy, my life,
Deprivde of sence, of life, of all by death,

Cruell, uniust, impartiall destinies.
Cap. O sad fac'd sorrow map of misery,

Why this sad time have I desird to see.
This day, this uniust, this impartiall day
Wherein I hop'd to see my comfort full,

To be deprivde by suddaine destinie.
Moth. O woe, alacke, distrest, why should I live?

To see this day, this miserable day.
Alacke the time that ever I was borne,
To be partaker of this destinie.

Alacke the day, alacke and welladay.
Fr. O peace for shame, if not for charity.

Your daughter lives in peace and happines,
And it is vaine to wish it otherwise.
Come sticke your Rosemary in this dead coarse,
And as the custome of our Country is,
In all her best and sumptuous ornaments,

Convay her where her Ancestors lie tomb'd.
Cap. Let it be so come wofull sorrow mates,
Let us together taste this bitter fate.
[They all but the Nurse goe foorth, casting Rose-

mary on her and shutting the Curtens.

The following in Q i corresponds to v. iii. 1-17: Enter COUNTIE PARIS and his Page with flowers and

sweete water. Par. Put out the torch, and lye thee all along

Under this Ew-tree, keeping thine eare close to the

hollow ground. And if thou heare one tread within this Churchyard

Staight give me notice. Boy. I will my Lord.

[Paris strewes the Tomb with flowers. Par. Sweete Flower, with flowers I strew thy Bridale bed :

Sweete Tombe that in thy circuite dost containe,
The perfect modell of eternitie:
Faire Iuliet that with Angells dost remaine,
Accept this latest favour at my hands,
That living honourd thee, and being dead

With funerall praises doo adorne thy Tombe.
Boy whistles and calls. My Lord.

APPENDIX II

ANALYSIS OF BROOKE'S “THE TRAGICALL HISTORYE

OF ROMEUS AND IULIET," WITH QUOTATIONS

VERONA described 1-12.

The houses of Capelet and Montagew; their strifes ; to allay which Prince Escalus uses first gentle means, and then sterner. (25-50.)

Romeus, a beautiful youth, loves a fair maid, but she, being wise and virtuous, repels him. (51-72.)

After many months of hopeless love, he desires to cure himself by travel; yet cannot resolve upon it:

He languisheth and melts awaye, as snow against the

sonne. His kyndred and alyes do wonder what he ayles.

(73–100.) The trustiest of his friends rebukes him, and advises him to love a kinder mistress :

Some one of bewty, favour, shape, and of so lovely

porte: With so fast fixed eye, perhaps thou mayst beholde: That thou shalt quite forget thy love, and passions

past of olde. (101–140.) Romeus promises to attend feasts and banquets, and to view other beauties. (141-150.)

Before three months pass, Christmas games begin, and
Capel gives a banquet :
No Lady, no knight in Verona

But Capilet himselfe hath byd unto his feast :
Or by his name in paper sent, appoynted as a geast,

(151–164.)

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