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Ben. Of love?

SVOU Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. !

Ben. Alas, that love, so gencle in his view, 1948 Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled ftill, A Should without eyes see-path-ways to his will! 1915 Where shall we dine?-O me! What fray was here: Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. ; Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

[Striking bis breaft.
Why then, O brawling love ! O loving hate!: 53
Oh, any thing of nothing first create ilir
O heavy lightness ! ferious vanity!'* irepijima!
Mif-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fire; fick health !
Still-waking fleep, that is not what it is!? Hejh?
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?

Ben. No, coz, I rather weep:
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Ben. At thy good heart's oppreffion.

Rom. ? Why, such is love's transgression,
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;

The Which thou wilt propagate, to have them prest With more of thine; this love, that thou hast fhown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. 10


9-10 bis will !] Sir T. Han- hate another is no such uncom. and after him Dr. W'arbur

mon state, as can deserve all this 1on, read, to his ill. The pre- toil of antithesis. fent reading has some obscurity; 2 Why. Such is love's tranfgref. the meaning may be, that love fion.--) Such is the conlei finds out means to pursue his de. quence of unskilful and milaken fire.' That the blind should find kindness. paths to ill' is no great wonder. This line is probably muti

* Why then, O brawling love, l'ated, for being intended to &c.] of these lines neither the rhyme to the line foregoing, it Sense nor occafion is very evi: muß have originally been comdent. He is not yet in love with plete in its measuren an enemy, and to love one and

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs,
3 Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
+ Being vext, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears;
What is it else? a madness most difcreer,
A choaking gall, and a preserving fweet.
Farewel, my cousin,

(Going Ben. Soft, I'll go along. And if you leave me fo, you do me wrong,

Rom. Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here;
This is not Romea, he's some other where,
Ben. 5 Tell me in sadness, who she is


Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Ben. Groan? why, no; but sadly tell me, who.

Rom. Bid a fick man in sadness make his will ?
O word, ill urg'd to one that is so ill !
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Ben. I aim'd fo near, when I suppos'd you lov'd.
Rom. A right good marks-man ;-and she's fair, I

love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is sooneft hit.

Rom. But, in that hit, you mifs'; she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; the hath Dian's wir : And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow, she lives unharm’d. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor 'bide th encounter of affailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to faint-seducing gold.

Being purgod, a fire sparkling line stands fingle, it is likely that

in lovers' eyes;] The authour the foregoing or following line may mean being purged of smoke, that rhym'd to it, is loft. but it is perhaps a meaning never 5. Tell me in sadness,] That is, given to the word in any other tell me gravely, tell me in serie place. I would rather read, oufness.

Being urged, a fire Sparkling. in strong proof-] In chastity Being excited and inforced. To of proof, as we say in armour of arge the fire is the technical term. proof. Being vex'd, &c.] As this


0, she is rich in beauty; only poor That when she dies, 7 with Beauty dies her Store. Ben. Then she hath fworn, that she will still live

Rom. She hath, and in that Sparing makes huge

For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all posterity:
She is too fair, too wise, 9. too wisely fair,-

To merit bliss by making me despair ;
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vowed
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Ben. Be ruld by me, forget to think of her.
Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think.

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes ;
Examine other Beauties.

Rom. 'Tis the way
To call hers exquisite in question more ;
Those happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair ;
He that is ftrucken blind, cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eye-sight loft.
Shew me a mistress, that is paffing fair, 1
What doth her beauty ferve, but as a noté,
Where I may read, who pass'd that paffing fair ?
Farewel, thou canst not teach me to forget.
Ben. I'll that doctrine, or elfe die in debt.



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7 with Beauty dies her Store.] nity, 'that her store, or riches, can Mr. Theobald reads.

be destroyed by death, who shall, With her dies beauties store. by the same blow, put an end to and is followed by the two suc. beauty. ceeding editors.

I have re

8 Rom, She hath, and in that placed the old reading, hecause paring, &c.] None of the I think it at least as plausible as following speeches of this scene she correction. She is rich, says in the first edition of 1597. Popł. he, in beauty, and only poor in 9 too wisely fair,] Hanmer, being subject to the lot of huma. For, wisely too fair.


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Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant.
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as 1,
In penalty, alike, and 'tis not hard I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Par. Of honourable reck’ning are you both,
And, pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long.
But now, my Lord, what say you to my Suit?

Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before;
My child is yet a stranger in the world,
She hath not feen the Change of fourteen years ;
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,

She is the hopeful lady of my earth, But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; If she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent, and fair according voice : This night, I hold an old-accuftom’d Feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house, look to behold this night * Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven's light,


1 She is the hopeful lady of my

ever called his lands his earth. I earth:) This line not in the will venture to propose a bold first edition.

Pope. change. The lady of his earth is an ex- She is the hope and stay of my pression not very intelligible, unless he means that she is heir to 2 Eartb-treading fars that make his estare, and I suppose no man dark Heaven's light.] This


full years,

Such comfort as 3 do lusty young men feel,
When well-apparel'd April on the heel
Of limping Winter treads, ev'n such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all fee,
And like her molt, whose merit most fhall be:
4 Which on more view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, tho' in reck’ning none.
Come, go with me. Go, firrah, trudge about,
Through fair Verona ; find thofe persons out,
Whose names are written there, and to them fay,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.

[Exeunt Capulet and Paris.


norfense should be reformed as much in an assembly of beauthus,

ties, as young men feel in the month Earth treading stars that make of April, is Turely to waste found dark even light.

upon a very poor sentiment, I 1. c. When the evening is dark read, and without stars, these earthly Such comfort as do lufty yeomen fars supply their place, and light feel. it up. So again in this play, You shall feel from the fight and Her beauty hangs upon the check conversation of those ladies, such of night,

hopes of happiness and fuch Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's pleasure, as the farmer receives

WARBURTON.' from the spring, when the plenty But why nonsense? Is any of the year begins, and the profthing more commonly said, than pect of the harvest fills him with that beauties eclipse the sun! delight. Has not Pope the thought and 4 Which on more view of many, the word ?

mine, being ones Sol through white curtains foot Mayfland in number, the in

reck’ning none. ] The firit of And ope'd those eyes that must these lines I do not understand, eclipse the day.

The old folio gives no help ; the Both the old and the new read. passage is there, Which one mora ing are philosophical nonsense, view. I can offer nothing betbut they are both, and both e- ter than this: qually poetical sense.

Within your view of many, 3-do lufty young men feel,] To

nine being one, fay, and to say in pom pous, May fiand in number, &c, words, that a young man fall feel

a tim'rous ray,

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