Is it even fo? why, then, I thank you all. I thank you, honeft gentlemen, good night: I'll to my reft. [Exeunt Jul. Come hither, Nurfe. What is yon gentleman? Nurfe. The fon and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he that now is going out of door? Nurfe. That, as I think, is young Petruchio. Jul. What's he that follows here, that would not dance? Nurfe. I know not. Jul. Go, afk his name. -If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only fon of your great enemy. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early feen, unknown; and known too late; Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I muft love a loathed enemy. Nurfe. What's this? what's this? Jul. A rhyme I learned even now Of one I danced withal. [One calls within, Juliet. Nurfe. Anon, anon Come, let's away, the ftrangers all are gone. Enter Chorus. [Exeunt. Now old Defire doth on his death-bed ly, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks: Being held a foe, he may not have accefs To breathe fuch vows as lovers ufe to fwear; And the, as much in love, her means much leis, To meet her new-beloved any where: But paffion lends them power, Time means to meet, Temp'ring extremities with extreme fweet. ACT II. SCENE, the Street. Enter ROMEO alone. ROMEO. [Exit Chorus. CAN I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. Enter BENVOLIO, with MERCUTIO. [Exit. Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romeo. Mer. He is wife, And, on my life, hath ftolen him home to bed. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! (13) Young Abraham Cupid, he that foot fu true, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid] Though I have VOL. IX. A a When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid Ben. And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, Of fome strange nature, letting it there ftand thefe trees, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among To be conforted with the hum'rous night: Blind is his love, and beft befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he fit under a medlar-tree, And with his miftrefs were that kind of fruit, Which maids calls medlars, when they laugh alone.- not disturbed the text, I conceive there may be an error in the word Abraham. I have no idea why Cupid should have this prænomen. I have fufpected that the Poet wrote, Young auburn Cupid,- i. e. brown-haired: because in feveral other paffages where auburn should be wrote, it is printed Abraham in the old books. This old ballad of the King enamoured of the beggar, is twice again alluded to by our Author, in his Love's Labour's Loft.. Arm. Is there not a ballad, boy, of the King and the Begrar? Moth. The world was guilty of fuch a ballad, fome three ages fince, but, I think, now 'tis not to be found. And Armado afterwards, in his fuftian letter, names both the King and the beggar. The magnanimous and most illuftrate King Cophetua fer eye upon the pernicious and indubitate beggar Zenelophon. Romeo, good night; I'll to my truckle-bed, Ben. Go then, for 'tis in vain To feek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt SCENE changes to Capulet's Garden. Enter ROMEO. Rom. He jefts at scars, that never felt a wound---But, foft! what light thro' yonder window breaks? It is the Eaft, and Juliet is the Sun ! [Juliet appears above, at a Window. Arife, fair Sun, and kill the envious moon, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me! Rom. She fpeaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art (14) Jul.. O Romeo, Romeo,---wherefore are thou Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I fpeak at this? [Afide. Jul. Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyfelf, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face---nor any other part. What's in a name? that which we call a rofe, By any other name would fmell as fweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title; Romeo, quit thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee,. Take all myfelf. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but Love, and I'll be new baptized; Jul. What man art thou, that thus, befcreened So ftumbleft on my counsel? [in night, (14) Oh, fpeak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night,] Though all the printed copies con cur in this reading, yet the latter part of the fimile feems to require, As glorious to this fight; and therefore I have ventured to alter the text fo. i. e. Thou appeareft over my head as glorious to my eyes, as an angel in the clouds to mortals that ftare up at him with ad miration. |