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Enter several partisans of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs.
1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and LADY CAPulet. Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my longsword,1 ho!
La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a sword?
Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is come,
Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-hold me not, let me go.
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince, with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
1 The long sword was the weapon used in active warfare; a lighter weapon was worn for ornament.
2 i. e. angry.
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate.
[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET,
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore,
ROMEO AND JULIET.
I, measuring his affections by my own,-
1 The Poet found the name of this place in Brooke's Tragicall History of Romeus and Juliet, 1562. It is there said to be the castle of the Capulets.
Pursued my humor, not pursuing his,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
ROMEO AND JULIET.
So far from sounding and discovery,
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
Enter ROMEO, at a distance.
Ben. See, where he comes. So please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away. [Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady.
1 The old copy reads:
"Or dedicate his beauty to the same."
The emendation is by Theobald; who states, with plausibility, that sunne might easily be mistaken for same
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Is the day so young?
Ben. But new struck nine.
Ah me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them
ROMEO AND JULIET.
Rom. Out of her favor, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!' 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.
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
No, coz, I rather weep.
At thy good heart's oppression.
1 i. e. should blindly and recklessly think he can surmount all obstacles to his will.
2 Every ancient sonnetteer characterized Love by contrarieties. Watson begins one of his canzonets—
"Love is a sowre delight, and sugred griefe, A living death, and ever-dying life," &c. Turberville makes Reason harangue against it in the same manner :---
"A fierie frost, a flame that frozen is with ise!
A heavie burden light to beare! A vertue fraught with vice!" &c.
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it pressed With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being urged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. Ben. Soft, I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo; he's some other where.
Ben. Tell me in sadness,3 whom she is you love.
Groan? why, no;
But sadly tell me who.
Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will. Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Ben. I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved. Rom. A right good marksman!-And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be lit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And in strong proof of chastity well armed, From love's weak, childish bow she lives unharmed. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor,
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.*
1 Such is the consequence of unskilful and mistaken kindness.
2 The old copy reads, " Being purged a fire," &c.-The emendation admitted into the text was suggested by Dr. Johnson. To urge the fire is to kindle or excite it.
3 i. e. in seriousness.
4 The meaning appears to be, as Mason gives it, " She is poor only, because she leaves no part of her store behind her, as with her, all beauty will die."