Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. [Throws himself on the floor-Knocking within. Fri. L. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. [Knocking within. Fri. L. Hark, how they knock-Who's there?-Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken.-Stay awhile!-Stand up; [Knocking within. Run to my study.-By and by !—God's will, I come from Lady Juliet. Fri. L. Welcome, then. Enter Nurse. Nurse. O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo? Fri. L. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. O, he is even in my mistress' case, (83) Fri. L. O woful sympathy! "The old copies give these words to the Nurse. One may wonder the editors did not see that such language must necessarily belong to the Friar." FARMER,-whose alteration is approved of by Steevens, Malone, Walker, &c. Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.— Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well, death's the end of all. Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood remov'd but little from her own? Where is she? and how doth she? and what says My conceal'd lady to our cancell❜d love? Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, 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 cursèd hand Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Fri. L. [Drawing his dagger. Hold thy desperate hand: Unseemly woman in a seeming man! By doing damnèd hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. (84) Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:-] So the quarto of 1637.-The quartos of 1599 and 1609 have "Thou puts vp thy," &c.-The undated quarto has "Thou powts upon thy," &c.-All the folios have "Thou puttest vp thy," &c.-(In the first quarto the line stands thus, "Thou frownst vpon thy Fate that smiles on thee.") Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: Romeo is coming. Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here ali the night To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! [Exit. Fri. Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state : Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence: Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A room in CAPULET's house. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, And so did I—well, we were born to die. I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo.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. Of Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender my child's love I think she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.- Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next But, soft! what day is this? Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, O' Thursday let it be:-o' Thursday, tell her, Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Therefore we'll have some half-a-dozen friends, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, lo - May call it early by and by :-good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. An open gallery to JULIET's chamber, overlooking the orchard. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, |