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Enter (8) CHORUS.
Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie,
Alike bewitched by the charm of looks:
And the fteal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks, Being held a foe, he may not have accefs
To breathe fuch vows as lovers ufe to fwear; And fhe as much in love, her means much lefs, To meet her new-beloved any where: But Paffion lends them power, Time means, to meet Temp'ring extremities with extreme fweet.
ACT II. SCENE L
Enter Romeo alone.
AN I go forward when my heart is here?
Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio..
Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romes.
Mer. He is wife,
And, on my life, hath ftol'n him home to bed.
(8) CHORUS.] This chorus added fince the laft edition. PORE. Chorus. The ufe of this chorus is not eafily difcovered, it conduces nothing to the progrefs of the play, but relates what is already known, or what the next feenes will fhew; and relates it without adding the improvement of any moral fentiment.
Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too.
Why, Romeo! humours! madman! pallion! lover!
(9) (Venus) purblind fon and beir,
Young Adam Cupid, be that foot fo true
When King, Cophetua low'd the beggar-maid.] As the commentators are agreed that Cupid is here called Adam, in allufion to the famous archer Adam Bell, the hero of many an ancient ballad: So I believe, I can refer you to the Ballad of King Copbetua, &c. In the first of the 3 vols. 12mo. (Land. Edit.) p. 141. is an old fong of a king's falling in love with a beggar-maid, which I take to be the very ballad in queftion, altho' the name of the king is no longer found in it, which will be no objection, to any one who has compared old copies of ballads with thofe now extant. The third flanza begins thus:
"The blinded boy that fhoots fo trim,
"Did to his clofet window fteal,
"And drew a dart and fhot at him,
“And made him foon his power feel," &c.
I fhould rather read as in Shakespeare, The purblind boy.
If this is the fong alluded to by Shakespeare, thefe fhould feem to be the very lines he had in his eye; and therefore 1 fhould fup pofe the lines in Romeo and Juliet, &c. were originally,
Her purblind fon and heir,
"Young Adam Cupid, he that fhot fo trim, "When, &c.
This word trim, the first editors, confulting the general fenfe of the paffage, and not perceiving the allufion, would naturally alter to true: yet the former feems the more humourous expreffion, and on account of its quaintnefs, more likely to have been ufed by the droll Mercutio, Mr. PERGY. * Merc. Young Abraham Cupid, be that foot fo true,] I rather think that Shakespeare wrote,
"Young Adam Cupid."
Alluding to the famous archer Adam Bell.
Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him, To raise a spirit in his miftrefs' circle, Of fome ftrange nature, letting it there ftand 'Till fhe had laid it, and conjur'd it down; > That were fome fpight. My invocation is Honeft and fair, and, in his mistress' name, I conjure only but to raise up him. Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among To be conforted with the hum'rous night. Blind is his love, and beft befits the dark.
Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he fit under a medlar-tree,
And with his miftrefs were that kind of fruit,
Which maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.
Romeo, good-night; I'll to my truckle-bed,
This field-bed is too cold for me to fleep:
Come, fhall we go?
Ben. Go, then, for 'tis in vain
To feek him here that means not to be found. [Exeunt.
(1) He jefts at fcars, that never felt a wound But, foft! what light thro' yonder window breaks ? It is the Eaft, and Juliet is the Sun!
[Juliet appears above, at a window. Arife, fair Sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already fick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than the. (2) Be not her maid, fince fhe is envious; Her veftal livery is but fick and And none but fools do wear it; caft it off (3) It is my Lady; O! it is my Love;
O that the knew the were!
She speaks, yet fhe fays nothing; what of that?
I am too bold, 'tis not to me the speaks:
(1) He jefts at fears,] That is, Mercutio jests, whom he overheard.
Two of the faireft ftars of all the heav'n,
(4) Oh, fpeak again, bright angel! for thou art
Jul. O Romeo, Romeo-wherefore art thou Romeo?
Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I fpeak at this?
Jul. Tis but thy name that is my enemy: (6) Thou art thyfelf, though not a Montague.
(4) O, fpeak 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 feems to require, As glorious to this Sight
I think the true reading is,
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
(6) Thou art thyself, though not a Montague,] . e. you would be just what you are, altho' you were not of the house of Min WARBURTON
Thou art thyself, then not a Montague.
Thou art a being of peculiar excellence, ard haft none of the malignity of the family, from which thou haft thy name,
Thou're not thyself fo, though a Montague, -
What's Montague? it is not hand, nor foot,
Rom. I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptiz'd,
Jul. What man art thou, that thus, befcreen'd in
So ftumbleft on my counsel ?
Rom. By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague ?
Rom. Neither, fair Saint, if either thee diflike. Jul. How cam'ft thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, confidering who thou art, any of my kinfmen find thee here.
Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch thefe walls,
For ftony limits cannot hold love out;
ful. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee.
ful. I would not for the world, they faw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here;