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Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here?
-It is written, that the Shoemaker should meddle with his Yard, and the Tailor with his Last, the Fisher with his Pencil, and the Painter with his Nets. But I am sent to find those Persons, whose names are here writ; and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the Learned. In good time,
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
Ben. Tut, man ! one fire burns out another's burne.
ing, One pain is leffen'd by another's Anguish; Turn giddy, and be help'd by backward turning,
One desperate grief cure with another's Languifh ; Take thou some new infection tớ the
eye, And the rank poifon of the old will die.
Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that.
Shut up in prifon, 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
tead? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book.
But, I pray,
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
[He reads the list.] Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters ; Count
Anselm, and his beauteous lifters ; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely neices; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine : mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters ; my fair neice Rosaline ; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena
A fair affembly; whither should they come?
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 House of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry.
5 A fair assembly; whither from the Servant's answer, than
Romeo's question ; and must un-
doubtedly be placed to him. Rom. Whither? to supper ?
WARBURTON. Serv. To our house. ] Romeo When a man reads a list of had read over the list of invited gueits, he knows that they are guests ; but how should he know' invited to something, and, withthey were invited to supper? out any extraordinary good forThis comes much more aptly tune, may guess, to a supper.
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such fashoods, then turn tears to fires ! And these, who, often drown'd, could never die,
Transparent hereticks, be burnt for liars !
Rom. I'll go along, no such fight to be shewn;
URSE, where's my daughter ? call
her forth to me. Nurse. 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 ?
let there be weigh'd meo's mistress herself, and some Your lady's love against some other that should be match'd a
other maid,] But the com- gainst her. The poet therefore parison was not betwixt the love must certainly have wrote; that Romeo's mistress paid him, Your lady-love against some and the person of any oiher other maid. young woman ; but betwixt Ro.
Jul. How now, who calls ?
La. Cap. This is the matter- -Nurse, give leave
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, (and yet ? to my teen be it spoken, I have but four ;) she's not fourteen; how long is it now to Lammas-tide ?
La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days.
Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. Susan and she (God rest all christian souls !) were of an age. Well, Susan is with God, she was too good for me. But as I said, on Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen, that shall she, marry, I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years, and she 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, sitting in the Sun under the Dovehouse wall, my Lord and you were then at Mantua.
Nay, I do bear a brain. But, as I said, when it did taste the worm-wood on the nipple of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool, to see it teachy, and fall out with the dug. Shake, quoth the Dove-house 'cwas no need, I trow, to bid me trudge ; and since that time it is eleven years, for then she could stand alone ; nay, by th' rood, she could have run, and
7 to my teen] To my
waddled all about ; for even the day before she broke her brow, and then my husband, (God be with his soul, a' was a merry man ;) took up the child'; yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? thou wilt fall backward when thou haft more wit, wilt thou not, Julé ? and by my holy dam, the pretty wretch left crying, and said, ay; To see now, how a jest Ihall come about. — I warrant, an' I should live a thousand years, I should not forget it : Wilt thou not, Julé, quoth he ? and, pretty fool, it stinted, and said, ay.
La. Cap. Enough of this, I pray thee, hold thy peace.
• Nurse. Yes, Madam ; yet I cannot chuse but laugh, to think it should leave crying, and say, ay ; and yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow a bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; 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 stinted, and said, ay.
Ful. And stint thee too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.
Thou wast the prettiest Babe, that e'er I nurst.
Jul. ' It is an hour that I dream not of.
8 Nurse. Yes, Madam; yet I I have restored the genuine word, cannot chif, &c.] This speech which is more seemly from a girl and tautology is not in the first to her mother. · Your, fire, and edition.
Pope. such words as are vulgarly utter9 It is an hour.] The modern ed in two fyllables, are used as editors all give it is an honour, diflyllubles by Shakespeare. C 3