Fri. Arife, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyfelf. [Knock within. Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-fick Groans, Mift-like, infold me from the Search of Eyes.

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

Thou wilt be taken-(stay a while)—stand up :

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

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

know my

errand :

I come from Lady Juliet.

Fri. Welcome then.

Enter Nurfe.

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' case,
Just in her cafe, O woful fympathy!
Piteous predicament! ev'n fo lies she,

Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering.
Stand up, ftand up;Stand, an' you be a Man:
For Juliet's Sake, for her Sake, rise and stand.
Why fhould you fall into fo deep an

Rom. Oh, Nurfe!-

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

7 So Hanmer. The other editions read,
Why should you fall into fe deep an ob?

Rom.

Rom. Speak'ft thou of Juliet ? how is it with her? Doth not the think me an old murderer, Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy With blood, remov'd but little from her own? Where is the? and how does fhe? and what fays My conceal'd lady to our cancell❜'d love?

Nurse. O, the fays 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 curfed hand Murder'd her kinfman.Tell me, Friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy

Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may fack

The hateful manfion.

Fri. Hold thy defperate hand.

[Drawing his fword.

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art.
Thy tears are womanifh, thy wild acts denote
Th' unreasonable fury of a beast.

9 Unfeemly Woman in a feeming Man!
And ill-befeeming Beaft in feeming both!
Thou haft amaz'd me. By my holy Order,'
I thought thy difpofition better temper'd.

8-cancell'd love?] The folio reads conceal'd love.

9 Unseemly Woman, &c.] This ftrange nonfenfe Mr. Pope threw out of his edition for defperate. But it is eafily restored as ShakeSpear wrote it into good pertinent fenfe.

Unfeemly Woman in a feeming
Man!

AN ill-befeeming Beaft in fem-
ing GROTH!
i. e. you have the ill-befeeming
paffions of a brute beaft in the

well-feeming fhape of a rational creature. For having in the firft line faid, he was a woman in the fhape of a man, he aggravates the thought in the fecond, and fays, he was even a brute in the fhape of a rational creature. Seeming is ufed in both places, for feemly. WARBURTON.

The old reading is probable. Thou art a beaft of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man.

Haft

Haft thou flain Tybalt? wilt thou flay thyself?
And flay thy lady, that in thy life lives,

By doing damned Hate upon thyfelf?

'Why rail'ft 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 wouldft lose?
Fy, fy! thou fham'ft thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit,
Which, like an Ufurer, abound'ft in all,

And useft none in that true use indeed,
Which should bedeck thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit.
Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax,
Digreffing from the Valour of a Man;

Thy dear Love fworn, but hollow Perjury,
Killing that Love, which thou haft vow'd to cherish.
Thy Wit, that Ornament to Shape and Love,
Mif-shapen in the Conduct of them both,
Like Powder in a skill-lefs Soldier's Flafk,
Is fet on Fire by thine own Ignorance,

" And thou difmember'd with thine own Defense.
What, roufe thee, man, thy Juliet is alive,

1

Why rail'ft thou, &c.] Thefe were again thrown out by Mr. Pope, and for the fame reafon: But they are easily fet right. We should read,

Since Birth, and Heav'n, and

Earth, all three so meet,
In thee ATONE; which then at
once would lofe.

i. e. Why rail you at your Birth
and at Heaven, and Earth, which
are all fo meet, or aufpicious to
you: And all three your friends,
[all three in thee atone] and yet
you would lose them all by one
rafh ftroke. Why he faid,
Birth, Heaven, and Earth, all
three atone--was becaufe Ro-
meo was of noble birth, of vir
tuous dispositions, and heir to á

large patrimony. But by fuicide
he would difgrace the first, offend
the fecond, and forego the en-
joyment of the third. Atone is
frequently ufed by Shakespear in
the fenfe of, to agree, be friendly
together, &c. So in, As you like
it,

Then is there mirth in Heav'n
When earthly things made even
WARE.
ATONE together.

The alteration makes no improvement. The meaning is the fame in the common reading better expressed.

2 And thou difmember'd with

thine own defence.] And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons,

For

For whofe dear fake thou waft but lately dead:
There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou flew'ft 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 bleffings light upon thy back,
Happiness courts thee in her best array,
But, like a mifbehav'd and fullen wench,
Thou pout'ft upon thy fortune and thy love.
Take heed, take heed, for fuch die miferable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Afcend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
But, look, thou ftay not 'till the watch be fet;
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,
Where thou fhalt 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'it forth in lamentation.
Go before, nurfe. Commend me to thy lady,
And bid her haften all the house to bed,
Which heavy forrow makes them apt unto.
Romeo is coming.

Nurfe. O Lord, I could have ftaid here all night long,

To hear good counfel. Oh, what Learning is!
My Lord, I'll tell my Lady you will come.

Rom. Do fo, and bid my Sweet prepare to chide.
Nurfe. Here, Sir, a ring fhe 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. Go hence. Good night. And here ftands
all your ftate;

Either begone before the watch be fet,

Or by the break of day, disguis'd from hence.

3 Go hence. Good night, &c.] These three lines are omitted in all the modern editions.

4-here flands all your flate ;1 The whole of your fortune depends on this.

Sojourn

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he fhall fignify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here.

Give me thy hand, 'Tis late. Farewell. Good night.
Rom. But that a joy, paft joy, calls out on me,
It were a grief, fo brief to part with thee. [Exeunt.

Cap.

SCENE VI.

Changes to Capulet's House.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.

HINGS have fallen out, Sir, fo unlucki

THI

ly,

That we have had no time to move our daughter.
Look you, fhe lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly,
And fo did I.-Well, we were born to die.
'Tis very late, fhe'll not come down to-night.
I promise you, but for your Company,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Par. Thefe times of woe afford no time to wooe. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her Mind early to

morrow;

To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Cap.Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love. I think, fhe will be rul'd