Rom. There is no world without Verona's walls, Hence banished, is banifh'd from the world; And turn'd that black word death to banishment. Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy. Heav'n is here, Hadft thou no Poifon mixt, no fharp-ground knife, Q Friar, the Damned ufe that word in hell; A fin-abfolver, and my friend profeft, Rom. O, thou wilt fpeak again of banishment. (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 state of a courtier permitted to approach the highest prefence. To To comfort thee, tho' thou art banished. Fi. O, then I fee that mad men have no ears. Fri. Let me difpute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canft not fpeak of what thou doft not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,. An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Then might'ft thou fpeak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, 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?)— Ro meo, arife. Thou wilt be taken-(ftay awhile)-stand up: [Knocks. 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: Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurfe. 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 drunk. Nurfe. O he is even in my miftrefs' cafe, Juft Juft in her cafe, O woful fympathy! Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Nurfe. Ah Sir! ah Sir! -Death is the end of all. Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy Nurfe. O, fhe fays nothing, Sir; but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed, and then starts And Tybalt cries, and then on Romeo calls, Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, up; Did murder her, as that name's curfed hand Murder'd her kinfman. -Tell me, Friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may fack Fri. Hold thy defperate hand. [Drawing bis faword. Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art. (7) So Hanmer. The other editions read, Why Should you fall into fo deep an ob? I thought (8) cancell'd love? The folio reads conceal'd love. (9) Unfeemly woman, &c.] This ftrange nonfenfe Mr. Pope threw out of his edition for defperate, But it is easily restored as Sbakefpeare wrote it into good pertinent fense. 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 thought I thought thy difpofition better temper❜d. By doing damned Hate upon thyself? (1) Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n, and Earth, And useft none, in that true ufe indeed, (2) And thou difmember'd with thine own Defense. 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 beaft of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man, (1) Why rail'ft thou, &c.] These were again thrown out by Mr. Pope, and for the fame reafon: But they are easily set right. We should read, Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three so meet, In thee ATONE; which then at once would lofe. 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 faid,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 ufed by Shakespeare in the fenfe of, to agree, be friendly together, &c. So in, Asy Is you like it, Then is there mirth in Heav'n, When earthly things made even ATONE together. WARBURTON. The alteration makes no improvement. The meaning is the. fame in the common reading better expreffed. (2) And tbou difmember'd with thy own defenfe.] And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons. For 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. Good night. (3) Go bence. Goad night, &c.] Thefe three lines are omitted in all the modern editions. (4) bere ftands all your fate] The whole of your fortune depends on this. Rom |