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(And say'st thou yet, that exile is not death ?)
But Romeo may not ;

he is banished.
Hadft thou no Poison mixt, no sharp-ground knife,
No sudden mean of death, tho' ne'er so mean,
But banished to kill me ? banished ?
O Friar, the Damned use that word in hell;
Howlings attend it: how hadit thou the heart,
Being a Divine, a ghostly Confessor,
A sin-absolver, and my friend profest,
To mangle me with that word, banishment?

Fri. Fond mad-man, hear me speak.-
Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word,
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,
To comfort thee, tho thou art banished.

Rom. Yet, banished ? hang up philosophy :
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,
Displant a town, reverse a Prince's doom,
It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more

Fri. O, then I see that mad-men bave no ears.
Rom. How should they, when that wise men have

no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy eftate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou doft not

feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,
An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,
Doating like me, and like me banished;
Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou lear

thy hair,
And fall upon the ground as I do now,
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

[Throwing himself on the ground. Fri. Arise, one knocks ; good Romeo, hide thyself.

(Knock within. Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart fick

Groans,
Mift-like, infold me from the Search of Eyes. [Knock.

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Fri. Hark, how they knock !-(who's there?)

Romeo, arise.
Thou wilt be taken--(stay a while) ----stand up;

Knocks.
Run to my Study--(By and by-God's will!
What wilfulness is this?-I come, I come. [Knock.
Who knocks so hard ? whence come you? what's

your will?

Nurse. [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know

my

errand : I come from lady Juliet.

Fri. Welcome then.

Enter Nurse.
Nurse. O holy Friar, oh tell me, holy Friar,
Where is my lady's lord ? Where's Romeo ?
Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears

made drunk.
Nurfe. O he is even in my mistress' cafe,
Just in her cafe, O woful fympathy!
Piteous predicament! even so lies she,
Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up,

stand
up ;-

-Stand, an' you be a Man:
For Juliet's Sake, for her Sake, rise and stand.
Why should you fall into so deep an oh!-

Rom. Nurse!
Nurse. Ah Sir ! ah Sir!-Death is the end of all.

Rom. Speak 'ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her ?
Doth not she think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain'd the child-hood of our joy
With blood, remov'd but little from her own ?
Where is she? and how does she ? and what says

My conseal'd lady to our cancell'd love ?

* My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?) An Antithesis or Op. position was here intended : But what Opposition is there between conceald and cancellod? Besides, she was not conceal'd tho' he was. We should read, ---My conceal'd. lady to our cancell'd love? And then the Opposition is evident, and the Sense exađ. Warb.

Nurse.

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Nurse. O, she says nothing, Sir; but weeps and weeps ;
And now falls on her bed, and then starts up;
And Tybalt cries, and then on Romeo calls,
And then down falls again.

Rom. As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her, as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman. Tell me, Friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may fack
The hateful mansion.

[Drawing his sword.
Fri. Hold thy desperate hand:
Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
Th’unreasonable fury of a beast.
* Unseemly Woman in a seeming Man !
An ill-beseeming Bealt in seeming Groth!
Thou hast amaz'd me. By my holy Order,
I thought ihy disposition better temper'd.
Haft thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives,
By doing damned Hate upon thyself? Earth,
+ Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth, the Heaven, and

* Unseemly Woman in a seeming Man!

And ill beseeming Beast in seeming both !] This Arange Nonsense Mr. Pope threw out of his Edition for desperate. But it is easily restored as Shakespear wrote it into good pertinent Sense.

Unseemly Woman in a seeming Man!

An ill befeeming Beast in seeming groth! i. c. You have the ill befeeming Paffions of a Brute Beast in the wellseeming Shape of a Rational Creature.

Warb. † Why railft thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n and Earth,

Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three do meet,

In thee at once, which thou at once wou!ds lofe ?) These were again thrown out by Mr. Pope, and for the same Reason : But they are easily set right, We should read,

Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three so mect,

In thee atone ; which then at once would lose.
i. e. Why rail.you at your Birth, and at Heaven, and Earth, which
are all mect, or auspicious to you : And all three your Friends,
[all three in thee atone] and yet you would lose them all by one rath
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Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three so

meet, In thee atone ; which Thou at once would'ft lose ? Fie! fie! thou sham't thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit, Which, like an Ufurer, abound' t in all, And uselt none in that true use indeed, [Wit. Which should bedeck thy Shape, thy Love, thy Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax, Digressing from the Valour of a Man ; Thy dear Love sworn, but hollow Perjury, Killing that Love, which thou hast vow'd to cherish. Thy Wit, that Ornament to Shape and Love, Mil-shapen in the Conduct of them Both, Like Powder in a skill-less Soldier's Flask, Is set on Fire by thine own Ignorance, And thou dismember'd with thine own Defence. What, rouse thee, man, thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou waft but lately dead : There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there thou’rt happy too. The law, that threatned death, became thy friend, And turn'd it to exile ; there art thou happy; A pack of blessings light upon thy back, Happiness courts thee in her best array, But, like a misbehay'd and sullen wench, Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love. Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed, Ascend her chamber, hence and comfore her: But, look, thou stay not 'till the Watch be set; For then thou canst not pass to Mantua: Where thou shalt live, 'till we can find a time To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of thy Prince, and call thee back With twenty hundred thousand times more joy, Than thou went'st forth in lamentation. Go before, nurse; commend me to thy lady, And bid her halten all the house to bed, 1

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Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.
Romeo is coining.

[long,
Nurse. O lord, I could have staid here all night
To hear good counsel: oh, what Learning is !
My lord, i'll tell my lady you

will come. Ron. Do fo, and bid my Sweet prepare to chide. Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring The bid me give you, Sir: Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late.

Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this !

Fri. Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you, that chances here: Give me thy hand, 'tis late, farewel, good-night.

Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. (Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Changes to Capulet's House.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.
HINGS have fallen out, Sir, so unluckily,

That we have had no time to move our

daughter : Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I.-Well, we were born to die. 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night. I promise you, but for your Company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo : Madam, good-night; commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her Mind early to

morrow: To-night she's mcw'd up to her heaviness.

Cap. * Sir Paris, I will make a separate tender * Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender

Of my child's love :----) This was but an indifferent Compli. ment both to Sir Paris and his Daughter . As if there were small Hopes of her ever proving good for any Thing. We should read, Sir Paris, I will make a separate tender.

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Cap. T That we have had no time to move our

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