Like powder in a skill-lefs foldier's flask, is fet on fire by thine own ignorance, And thou difmember'd with thine own defence. Nurfe. O Lord, I could have ftaid here all night long, To hear good counfel: oh, what learning is! My Lord, I'll tell my Lady you will come. Ron. Do fo, and bid my fweet prepare to chide. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! [Exeunt, Cat. SCENE changes to Capulet's Houfe. T Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. HINGS have fal'n out, Sir, fo unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, fhe lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly, And fo did I.-Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late, fhe'll not come down to-night. I promife you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. Thefe times of woe afford no time to wode: Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow :To-night he's mew'd up to her heavinefs. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a defperate tender Par. Monday, my Lord. Cap. Monday? Ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too foon, On Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, She fhall be married to this noble Earl. 'Fore 'Fore me, it is fo very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE, Juliet's Chamber looking to the Garden. Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window; a ladder Jul. W of ropes fet. ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, ful. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well: I'll fay, yon gray is not the morning's eye, Some fay, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; O now be gone, more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light?-More dark and dark our woes. Nurfe. Madam, Jul. Nurfe? Enter Nurse. Nurfe. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: O, by this count I fhall be much in years, Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foul. eye fo do you: [Exit Romeo'. ful. Oh Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle : If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him (25) -And all these woes shall ferve For feet difcourfes in our time to come.] This very thought is exprefs'd by Virgil on a like occasion; Forfan & hæc olìm meminisse juvabit. Eneid. I. v. 203. The learned Taubman, in his note on this paffage, has amafs'd feveral fmilar quotations. Enter Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up ? ful. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? What unaccustom'd caufe procures her hither? La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An' if thou could'ft, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done, Some grief fhews much of love; But much of grief shews still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. La. Cap. So fhall you feel the lofs, but not the friend Which you do weep for. Jul. Feeling fo the lofs, I cannot chufe but ever weep the friend. [death, La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not fo much for his As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him, Jul. What villain, Madam? La. Cap. That fame villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles afunder, God pardon him! I do, with all my heart: And, yet, no man like he doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor lives. Jul. I, Madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua, Where that fame banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him fuch an unaccustom'd dram, That he fhall foon keep Tybalt company, And then, I hope, thou wilt be fatisfy'd. Jul. Indeed, I never fhall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him— -deadIs my poor heart fo for a kinfman vext? Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poifon, I would temper it; That Romeo fhould upon receipt thereof Soon fleep in quiet.—O, how my heart abhors To |