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And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
Sweet, so would I:
sorrow, That I shall say--good night, till it be morrow.
. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy
breast ! 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell ; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.
Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a Basket. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning
night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day's path-way, made by Titan's wheels: Now ere the sun advance his burning eye, The day to cheer, and night's dank dew to dry, I must up-fill this osier cage of ours, With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers, The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; What is her burying grave, that is her womb:
And Aecked darkness] Flecked is spotted, dappled, streaked, or variegated.
And from her womb children of divers kind
powerful grace,] Efficacious virtue.
with that part-] i.e. with the part which smells; with the olfactory nerves.
Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,
Rom. That last is true, the sweeter rest was mine.
Rom. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
Fri. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet : As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combin'd, save what thou must combine By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us this day.
Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes, Jesit Maria! what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste!
The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,
then Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
Rom. Thou chidd'st me oft for loving Rosaline.
Not in a grave,
and love for love allow;
O, she knew well,
Rom. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.s Fri. Wisely, and slow; They stumble, that run fast.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO. Mer. Where the devil should this Romeo be! Came he not home to-night?
I stand on sudden haste.] i. e. it is of the utmost consequence for me to be hasty.
Ben. Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.
Ben. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Mer. A challenge, on my life.
Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared.
Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead ! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough the ear with a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft ; And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
Ben. Why, what is Tybalt?
Mer. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house-of the first and second cause:8 Ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay !
the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shuft;] The allusion is to archery. The clout or white mark at which the arrows are directed, was fastened by a black pin placed in the center of it. To hit this was the highest ambition of every marksman.
7 More than prince of cats,] Tybert, the name given to the cat, in the story book of Reynard the Fox.
a gentleman of the very first house, -of the first and second cause: ] i. e, a gentleman of the first rank, of the first eminence among these duellists; and one who understands the whole science of quarrelling, and will tell you of the first cause, and the second cause, for which a man is to fight.
the hay!] All the terms of the modern fencing-school