ROMEUS AND JULIET.* THERE is beyond the Alps a towne of ancient fame, Where bright renoune yet shineth cleare, Verona men it name; Byit in an happy time, bylt on a fertyle soyle, Maynteined by the heavenly fates, and by the townish toyle. *In a preliminary note on Romeo and Juliet I observed that it was founded on The Tragicall Hystory of Romeus and Juliet, printed in 1562. That piece being almost as rare as a manuscript, I reprinted it a few years ago, and shall give it a place here as a proper supplement to the commentaries on this tragedy. From the following lines in An Epitaph on the Death of Maister Arthur Brooke drounde in passing to New-Haven, by George Tuberville, [Epitaphes, Epigrammes, &c. 1567,] we learn that the former was the author of this poem: "Apollo lent him lute, for solace sake, "To sound his verse by touch of stately string, "In proufe that he for myter did excell, "As may be judge by Julyet and her mate; "More speedie death than such one did deserve." The original relater of this story was Luigi da Porto, a gentleman of Vicenza, who died in 1529: His novel did not appear till some years after his death; being first printed at Venice, in octavo, in 1535, under the title of La Giulietta. In an epistle prefixed to this work, which is addressed Alla bellissima e leggiadra Madonna Lucina Savorgnana, the author gives the following account (probably a fictitious one) of the manner in which he became acquainted with this story: "As you yourself have seen, when heaven had not as yet levelled against me its whole wrath, in the fair spring of my youth I devoted myself to the profession of arms, and, following therein many brave and valiant men, for some years I served in your delightful country, Frioli, through every part of which, in the course of my private service, it was my duty to roam. I was ever accustomed, when upon any expedition on horseback, to bring with me an archer of mine, whose name was Peregrino, a man about fifty years old, well practised in the military art, a pleasant com The fruitefull hilles above, the pleasant vales belowe, The silver streame with chanel depe, that through the town doth flow; The store of springes that serve for use, and eke for ease, Of Lombard townes, or at the least, compared with the best. To reache rewarde unto the good, to paye the lewde with payne, Which Boccace skant, not my rude tonge, were able foorth to tell. panion, and, like almost all his countrymen of Verona, a great talker This man was not only a brave and experienced soldier, but of a gay and lively disposition, and, more perhaps than be came his age, was for ever in love; a quality which gave a double value to his valour. Hence it was that he delighted in relating the most amusing novels, especially such as treated of love, and this he did with more grace and with better arrangement than any I have ever heard. It therefore chanced that, departing from Gradisca, where I was quartered, and, with this archer and two other of my servants, travelling, perhaps impelled by love, towards Udino, which route was then extremely solitary, and entirely ruined and burned up by the war,-wholly absorbed in thought, and riding at a distance from the others, this Peregrino drawing near me, as one who guessed my thoughts, thus addressed me: Will you then for ever live this melancholy life, because a cruel and disdainful fair one does not love you? though I now speak against myself, yet, since advice is easier to give than to follow, I must tell you, master of mine, that, besides its being disgraceful in a man of your profession to remain long in the chains of love, almost all the ends to which he conducts us are so replete with misery, that it is dangerous to follow him. And in testimony of what I say, if it so please you, I could relate a transaction that happened in my native city, the recounting of which will render the way less solitary and less disagreeable to us; and in this relation you would perceive how two noble lovers were conducted to a miserable and piteous death.'-And now, upon my making him a sign of my willingness to listen, he thus began." The phrase, in the beginning of this passage, when heaven had ' not as yet levelled against me its whole wrath, will be best explained by some account of the author, extracted from Crescimbeni, Istoria della Volgar Poesia, T. V. p. 91: "Luigi da Porto, a Vicentine, was, in his youth, on account of his valour, made a leader in the Venetian army; but, fighting against the Germans in Friuli, was so wounded, that he remained for a time wholly disabled, and afterwards lame and weak during his life; on which account, quitting the profession of arms, he betook himself to letters," &C Malone. Within my trembling hande my penne doth shake for feare, There were two auncient stocks, which Fortune hygh did place Above the rest, indewd with welth, and nobler of their race; Lovd of the common sorte, lovd of the prince alike, And lyke unhappy were they both, when Fortune list to stryke; A wonted use it is, that men of likely sorte, (I wot not by what furye forsd) envye eache others porte. So these, whose egall state bred envye pale of hew, And then of grudging envies roote blacke hate and rancor grew ; So, of a kyndled sparke of grudge, in flames flash oute their eyre: By thondring threats and princely powre their courage gan he quayle; In hope that when he had the wasting flame supprest, In time he should quyte quench the sparke that boornd within their brest. Now whylst these kyndreds do remayne in this estate, And eche with outward frendly shew doth hyde his inward hate, One Romeus, who was of race a Mountague, Upon whose tender chyn as yet no manlyke beard there grewe, Whose beauty and whose shape so farre the rest dyd stayne, That from the cheef of Veron youth he greatest fame dyd gayne, Hath found a mayde so fayre (he founde so foul his happe) Whose beauty, shape, and comely grace, did so his heart en trappe, That from his owne affayres his thought she did remove; At length, in hope of better spede, himselfe the lover went; With vertues foode, and taught in schole of wisdomes skilfull lore, By aunswere did cutte off thaffections of his love, So much the more his fervent minde was prickt fourth by desyre, If change of place might chaunge away his ill-bestowed love; Can reape none other fruite at all but scorne and proude disdayne? She is ay best content when she is farthest of from me, That he of force must yelde às thrall;-no way is left to start. And eche of them in frendly wyse his heavy hap bewayles. Farre more than he with counsel fild, and ryper of his yeeres, In that thou lovest such a one thou seemst thy self to hate. For she doth love els where, and then thy time is lorne; Or els (what booteth thee to sue?) Loves court she hath forsworne. Both yong thou art of yeres, and high in Fortunes grace: What man is better shapd than thou? who hath a sweeter face! By painfull studies meane great learning hast thou wonne, When greatest hope he hath to heare thy vertues fame arise? Yet in some other place bestowe thy witles, wandring hart. As yelds in harvest time no crop, in recompence of toyle. Some one of beauty, favour, shape, and of so lovely porte, That thou shalt quite forget thy love and passions past of olde." And piece-meale weares away the greefe that erst his heart did freate. To his approved frend a solemne othe he plight, At every feast y-kept by day, and banquet made by night, At pardons in the churche, at games in open streate, And every where he would resort where ladies wont to mete; For he would vew and judge them all with unallured eye. But twice as happy had he been, had he been never borne. For ere the moone could thrise her wasted hornes renew, False Fortune cast for him, poore wretch, a mischiefe new to brewe. The wery winter nightes restore the Christmas games, And now the seson doth invite to banquet townish dames. Sparth for no cost, the wonted use of banquets to begin. No knight or gentleman of high or lowe renowne, Or, by his name in paper sent, appointed as a geast. Not so much for the banquets sake, as bewties to serche out. (For, as you heard, the Capilets and they were at debate) Save Romeus, and he in maske, with hydden face, The supper done, with other five did prease into the place. |