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One nick-name to her pur-blind fon and heir :
Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him,
Mer. This cannot anger him: 'would anger him, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, Of some strange nature, letting it there stand 'Till she had laid it, and conjur'd it down; That were some spight. My invocation is Honest and fair, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him.
Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be conforted with the hum'rous night. Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Ber. Go, then, for 'tis in vain
9 When King Cophetua, &c.] Allading to an old ballad. Pope.
1 Rom. E jests at scars, that never felt a wound
But, soft! what light thro' yonder win
(Juliet appears above, at a 'window.
Be not her maid, since she is envious ;
1 He jests at scars,] That is, votary to the moon, to Diana. Mercutio jests, whom he over 3 It is my lady ;-) This line heard.
and half I have replaced. 2 Be not her maid,] Be not a
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Jul. Ah me!
Jul. O Romeo, Romeowherefore art thou Ro
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name:
[ Afide. Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy : 6 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face nor any other part. What's in a name ? that which we call a rose,
4 O, speak again, bright An a Montague ]i.e. you would gel! for thou art
be just what you are, altho' you As glorious to this night,] Tho' were not of the house of Mon. all the printed copies concur in. iague.
WARBURTON. this reading, yet the latter part I think the true reading is, of the Simile seems to require, Thou art thifelf, then not a As glorious to this Sight;
Montague. and therefore I have ventured to Thou art a being of peculiar exalter the text so. THEOBALD. cellence, and haft none of the
s--the lazy-pacing clouds ] malignity of the family, from Thus correcled from the firit edi which thou halt thy name. tion, in the other lazy-puffing. Hanmer reads,
Pope, Thou're not thyself so, though 6 Thou art tbyfelf, though not a Montajue.
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Rom. I take thee at thy word :
Rom. By a name
Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?
Rom. Neither, fair Saint, if either theç disike.
Jul. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their swords; look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Jul. I would not for the world, they saw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here ;
Rom. By love, that first did prompt me to enquire ;
face, Else would a maiden-blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form ; fain, fain, deny What I have spoke-but farewel compliment ! Dost thou love me? I know, thou wilt say, ay; And I will take thy word—yet if thou swear's, Thou may'st prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. Oh, gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully; Pr if you think, I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt wooe ; but else, not for the world, In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light; But trust me, Gentleman, l'll prove more true, Than those that have more coying to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou over-heard'st, ere I was 'ware, My true love's Passion; therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath To discovered.
Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, Thar tips with flver all these fruit-tree tops .
7 coying to be Arange.] For coying, the modern editions have сипning: