Nurse. I know not. Jul. My only love sprung from my only hate; Jul. A rhyme I learn'd e'en now Nurse. Anon, anon [One calls within, Juliet. Come, let's away, the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie, And young Affection gapes to be his heir; That Fair, for which love groan'd fore, and would die, Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Alike bewitched by the charm of looks : But to his foe suppos'd he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she, as much in love, her means much less, To meet her new-beloved any where : of the play, but relates what is already known, or what the next scenes will shew; and relates it without adding the improvement of any moral sentiment. *CHORUS.] This chorus added fince the first edition. POPE. Chorus. The use of this chorus is not eafily discovered, it conduces nothing to the progress But Passion lends them power, Time means, to meet; Temp'ring extremities with extreme sweet. [Exit Chorus. C ACT II. SCENE Ι. The STREET. Enter Romeo alone. ROMEO. AN I go forward when my heart is here? Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio. Ben. Romeo, my cousin Romeo. Mer. He is wife, And, on my life, hath stol'n him home to bed. [Exit. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall. Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo ! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a Sigh, Speak but one Rhyme, and I am fatisfied. Speak to my goffip Venus one fair word, One 1 One nick-name to her pur-blind son and heir: Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he fit under a medlar-tree, And with his mistress were that kind of fruit, Which maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. - < Romeo, good-night; I'll to my truckle-bed, Come, shall we go? Ben. Go, then, for 'tis in vain To feek him here that means not to be found. When King Cophetua, &c.] Alluding to an old ballad. POPE. Rom. SCENE II. Changes to Capulet's Garden. Enter Romeo. E jests at scars, that never felt a wound- dow breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun! [Juliet appears above, at a window. Arife, fair Sun, and kill the envious moon, O that she knew she were! ١٠ She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that? He jests at scars, That is, Mercutio jefts, whom he overheard. Be not her maid,] Be not a votary to the moon, to Diana. See, See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Jul. Ah me! Rom. She speaks. 4 Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo-wherefore art thou Ro meo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Jul. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: 6 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face-nor any other part. What's in a name? that which we call a rofe, 4 O, speak again, bright Angel! for thou art As glorious to this night,] Tho' all the printed copies concur in this reading, yet the latter part of the Simile seems to require, As glorious to this Sight; and therefore I have ventured to alter the text fo. THEOBALD. 5--the lazy-pacing clouds) Thus corrected from the first edition, in the other lazy-puffing. POPE. 6 Thou art thyself, though not D 4 [Afide. a Montague ] i. e. you would be just what you are, altho' you were not of the house of Montague. WARBURTON. I think the true reading is, Thou art a being of peculiar ex Thou'rt not thyself so, though a Montazue.. By 1 : |