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Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. I wonder at this haste ; that I must wed Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, , I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris :-These are news indeed ! La. Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him so

yourself. (ID) And see how he will take it at your hands. (ID)

6 Jul.

And trieth waies and wiles a thousand fold,

“ To bring the place subjected to his will ; “ So far'd the Countie with the Pagan bold," &c. Godfrey of Bulloigne, book vii. stanza 90.

FARMER. See p. 53, n. 3. MALONE.

9 A joyful bride.] This dialogue between Juliet and her mother, is considerably altered from the first quarto, where it is thus given : Moth. Why how now, Juliet ?

Madam, I am not well. Moth. What, evermore weeping for your cousin's death? “ I think, thou'lt wash him from his grave with tears.

Jul. I cannot choose, having so great a loss.

Moth. I cannot blame thee;
“ But it grieves thee more, that villain lives.

Jul. What villain, madam ?
" Moth. That villain Romeo.
Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder.

Moth. Content thee, girl ; if I could find a man,
“ I soon would send to Mantua, where he is,
“ That should bestow on him so sure a draught,
“ As he should soon bear Tybalt company.

Jul. Find you the means, and I'll find such a man. “ For whilst he lives, my heart shall ne'er be light. « Till I behold him-dead-is “ Thus for a kinsman vext.

Moth. We'll let that pass. I come to bring thee joyful

my poor heart

news.

Enter CAPULET and Nurse.
CAP. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle

dew?;

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Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time.

Moth. Well then, thou hast a careful father, girl, “ And one who, pitying thy needful state, “ Hath found thee out a happy day of joy.

Jul. What day is that, I pray you?

Moth. Marry, my child, “The gallant, young, and youthful gentleman, “ The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, “Early next Thursday morning, shall provide To make you there a glad and joyful bride!

Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too, “He shall not there make me a joyful bride. Are these the news you had to tell me of ? “Marry, here are news, indeed. Madam, I will not marry yet ; “ And when I do, it shall be rather Romeo, whom I hate, Than county Paris that I cannot love. Moth. Here comes your father; you may tell him so.”

Boswell. · When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew ;] Thus the undated quarto. The quarto 1599, and the folio, read—the earth doth drizzle dew. The line is not in the original copy.

The reading of the quarto 1599, and the folio, is philosophically true; and perhaps ought to be preferred. Dew undoubtedly rises from the earth, in consequence of the action of the heat of the sun on its moist surface. Those vapours which rise from the earth in the course of the day, are evaporated by the warmth of the air as soon as they arise; but those which rise after sun-set, form themselves into drops, or rather into that fog or mist which is termed dew.

Though with the modern editors, I have followed the undated quarto, and printed—the air doth drizzle dew, I suspected when this note was written, that earth was the poet's word, and a line in The Rape of Lucrece, strongly supports that reading : “ But as the earth doth weep, the sun being set .

MALONE. When our author, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, says:

" And when she [the moon) weeps, weeps every little flower;" he only means that every little flower is moistened with dew, as if with tears; and not that the flower itself drizzles dew. This

passage sufficiently explains how the earth, in the quotation from The Rape of Lucrece, may be said to weep. Steevens.

But for the sunset of my brother's son,
It rains downright.- (
How now? (I) a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? ? (ID
Evermore showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind :
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt food; the winds, thy sighs;
Who,-raging with thy tears, and they with them,-
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body.--How now, wife ?

:

That Shakspeare thought it was the air and not the earth that drizzled dew, is evident from other passages. So, in King John : “ Before the dew of evening

fall." Again, in King Henry VIII. :

“ His dews fall every where.” Again, in the same play:

“ The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her.” Again, in Hamlet :

Dews of blood fell.Ritson. 2 How now ? A CONDUIT, girl? what, still in tears ?] In Thomas Heywood's Troia Britannica, cant. ii. st. 40, 1609, there is the same allusion :

“ You should not let such high-priz’d moysture fall,
“ Which from your hart your conduit-eyes distill.”

Holt White.
Conduits in the form of human figures, it has been already ob
served, were common in Shakspeare's time. See Winter's Tale,
Act V. Sc. II.
We have again the same image in The Rape of Lucrece :

A pretty while these pretty creatures stand,

“ Like ivory conduits coral cisterns filling.” So, in Turberville's Tragick Tales, 1587, p. 162 :

Why leave we to lament, why keepe we in our cryes, “Why do we not poure out our plaints by conduits of the

eyes?The same image occurs more than once in the old poem of Romeus and Juliet :

His sighs are stopt, and stopped in the conduit of his teares." Again :

“ So that my payned heart by conduyles of the eyne,
“ No more henceforth (as wont it was) shall gush forth drop-

ping bryne.” Malone.

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Have

you

deliver'd to her our decree? LA. CAP. Ay, sir ; but she will none, she gives

you thanks * I would, the fool were married to her grave! CAP. (ID) Soft, take me with you, take me with

you, wife. (ID) How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud ? (II) doth she not count her

bless'd, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom ? (11) Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that

you have : Proud can I never be of what I hate; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. CAP. How now ; how now, chop logick 4 ! What

is this? Proud,-and, I thank you,--and, I thank you not;

* Quarto A, I have; but she will none, she thanks you.
† Quarto A, Would God that she.

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3 Our decree?] This passage is thus given in the quarto 1597 :

“ In one little body thou resemblest sea, a bark, a storm;
“For this thy body, which I term a bark,
“ Still floating in thy ever-falling tears,
" And tost with sighs arising from thy heart,
“ Will, without succour, shipwreck presently :
“ But hear you, wife! What! have you sounded her? what

says she to it?" Boswell.

CHOP LOGICK!] This term, which hitherto has been divided into two words, I have given as one, it being, as I learn from The XXIIII Orders of Knaves, bl. 1. no date, a nick-name: Choplogyk is he that whan his mayster rebuketh his servaunt for his defawtes, he will gyve hym xx wordes for one, or elles he wyll bydde the deuylles pater noster in scylence.”

In The Contention betwyxte Churchyeard and Camell, &c. 1560, this word also occurs :

“But you wyl choplogyck

And be Bee-to-busse,” &c. Steevens. But why make any change when the old reading affords as good a meaning? Malone.

And yet not proud’;—() Mistress minion, you, (!)
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!
You tallow face *!

La. Cap. C) Fye, fye! what are you mad?)
Jul. Good father, (1 beseech you on my

knees, (D) Hear me (1) with patience but to CD speak (1) a

word. (I) CAP. (D) Hang thee, young baggage! disobe

dient wretch ! (1) I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, Or never after look me in the face: Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd, That God had sent us? but this only child ; But now I see this one is one too much, And that we have a curse in having her: Out on her, hilding ! NURSE.

God in heaven bless her!

* Quarto A, Out you greene sicknes baggage, out you tallow face. s And yet not proud; &c.] This line is wanting in the folio.

STEEVENS. 6 — out, you baggage !

You tallow-face !] Such was the indelicacy of the age of Shakspeare, that authors were not contented only to employ these terms of abuse in their own original performances, but even felt no reluctance to introduce them in their versions of the most chaste and elegant of the Greek or Roman Poets. Stanyhurst, the translator of Virgil, in 1582, makes Dido call Æneas-hedgebrat, cullion, and tar-breech, in the course of one speech.

Nay, in the Interlude of The Repentance of Mary Magdalene, 1567, Mary Magdalen says to one of her attendants :

Horeson, I beshrowe your heart, are you here?” STEEVENS.

7 — had sent us -] So the first quarto, 1597. The subsequent ancient copies read—had lent us. Malone.

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