Hold, friends! friends, part! and, fwifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, La. Cap. He is a kinfman to the Montagues, Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio; His fault concludes but what the law should end, Prin. And for that offence, "I have an intereft in your hearts' proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding; But But I'll amerce you with fo ftrong a fine, [Exeunt. Jul. Changes to an Apartment in Capulet's Houfe. Enter Juliet alone. GALLOP apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Tow'rds Phabus' manfion; fuch a wag- As Phaeton, would whip you to the west, 7 Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, Leap Leap to thefe arms, untalkt of and unfeen. 8 Come, civil night, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Hood my unmann'd blood baiting in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; 'till ftrange love, grown bold, Thinks true love acted, fimple modefty. Come, night; come, Romeo! come, thou day in night, For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night, Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow'd night! Give me my Romeo, and, when he shall die, And he will make the face of heaven fo fine, As is the night before fome festival, To an impatient child that hath new robes, Enter Nurfe with cords. And she brings news; and every tongue, that speaks Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. ful. Ah me, what news? Why doft thou wring thy hands? Nurfe. Ah welladay, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone.-- Nurfe. Romeo can, Though heav'n cannot. O Romeo! Romeo! Jul. What devil art thou, that doft torment me thus ? This torture fhould be roar'd in difmal hell, And that bare vowel, ay, fhall poifon more Than the death darting eye of cockatrice.] I queflion much whether the grammarians will take this new vowel on truft from Mr. Pope, without fufpect ing it rather for a diphthong. In fhort, we must rettore the spelling of the old books, or we lofe the . Nurse. Poet's conceit. At his time of day, the affirmative adverb ay was generally written, I: and by this means it both becomes a vowel, and answers in found to eye, upon which the conceit turns in the fecond line. THEOB. -death-darting eye of cockatrice.] The frange lines that follow here in the common books Nurfe. I faw the wound, I faw it with mine eyes, (God fave the mark,) here on his manly breast. A piteous coarfe, a bloody piteous coarse; Pale, pale as afhes, all bedawb'd in blood, All in gore blood. I fwooned at the fight. Jul. O break, my heart!-poor bankrupt, break at once! To prifon, eyes! ne'er look on liberty;' Jul. What ftorm is this, that blows so contrary! Jul. O God! did Romeo's hand fhed Tybalt's blood? Nurfe. It did, it did, Alas, the day! it did. |