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Rom. There is no world without Verona's walls,
Fri. O deadly fin! O rude unthankfulness!
Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy. Heav'n is here,
(6) More validity,
More bonourable fate, more courtship lives
In carrion flies, than Romeo;-] Validity feems here to mean, worth, or dignity; and courtship the ftate of a courtier permitted to approach the highest prefence.
ROMEO and JULIE T.
To comfort thee, tho' thou art banished.
Fri. Let me difpute with thee of thy estate.
Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou doft not feel:
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,.
And fall upon the ground as I do now,, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. [Throwing himself on the Ground. Fri. Arife, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself, [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-(ftay awhile)-stand up:
Run to my Study-(By and by)-God's will!
Nurfe. [Within.] Let me come in, and you fhall know my errand:
I come from Lady Juliet:
Nurfe. 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
Nurfe. O he is even in my mistress' cafe,
Juft in her cafe, O woful fympathy!
Nurfe. Ah Sir! ah Sir!
Death is the end of all.
Rom. Speak'ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Nurfe. O, fhe fays nothing, Sir; but weeps and
And now falls on her bed, and then starts up;
Rom. As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her, as that name's curfed hand
In what vile part of this anatomy
[Drawing bis faword.
Fri. Hold thy defperate hand.
Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art.
(9) Unfeemly Woman in a feeming Man! And ill-befeeming Beaft in feeming both! Thou haft amaz'd me. By my holy Order,
(7) So Hanmer. The other editions read, Why Should you fall into fo deep an ob? (8) —cancell❜d love? The folio reads conceal'd love. (9) Unfeemly weman, &c.] This ftrange nonfenfe Mr. Pope threw out of his edition for defperate, But it is eafily restored as SbakeSpeare wrote it into good pertinent sense.
Unfeemly Woman in a feeming Man!
AN ill-befeeming Beaft in feeming GROTH!
i. e. you have the ill-befeeming paffions of a brute beaft in the wellfeeming fhape of a rational creature. For having in the first line faid, he was a woman in the fhape of a man, he aggravates the
I thought thy difpofition better temper'd.
(1) Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n, and Earth,
And useft none, in that true use indeed,
(2) And thou dismember'd with thine own Defenfe. What, roufe thee, man, thy Juliet is alive,
thought in the fecond, and fays he was even a brute in the shape of a rational creature. Seeming is used in both places for femly. WARBURTON.
The old reading is probable. Thou art a beast of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man.
(1) Why rail'ft thou, &c.] Thefe were again thrown out by Mr. Pope, and for the fame reason: But they are easily set right. We should read,
Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three so meet,
i. e.. Why rail you at your Birth, and at Heaven, and Earth, which are all fo meet, or aufi icious to you: And all three your friends, [all three in thee atone] and yet you would lofe them all by one rafh ftroke. Why he said,Birth, Heaven, and Earth, all three atone --was becaufe Romeo was of noble birth, of virtuous difpofitions, and heir to a large patrimony. But by fuicide he would difgrace the first, offend the fecond, and forego the enjoyment of the third. Atone is frequently used by Shakespeare 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
The alteration makes no improvement. The meaning is the. fame in the common reading better expreffed.
(2) And thou difmember'd with thy own defenfe.] And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons.
For whofe dear fake thou waft but lately dead:
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 the 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. (3) Go hence. Good night. And (4) here ftands all your state;
Either begone before the watch be fet,
Or by the break of day difguis'd from hence.
(3) Go bence. Goad night, &c.] Thefe three lines are omitted in all the modern editions.
(4)-bere ftands all your ftate] The whole of your fortune depends on this.