I do befeech thee-[Within: Madam.] By and by, I come

To cease thy fuit, and leave me to my grief.

To morrow will I fend.

Rom. So thrive my foul,

ful. A thousand times, good night.

[Exit.

Rom. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes tow❜rd love, as school-boys from their books; But love from love, tow'rds school with heavy looks. Enter Juliet again.

Jul. Hift! Romeo, hift! O for a falkner's voice, To lure this Taffel gentle back againBondage is hoarfe, and may not speak aloud; Elfe would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarfe than mine, With repetition of my Romeo..

Rom. It is my love that calls upon my name, How filver-fweet found lovers' tongues by night, Like fofteft mufick to attending cars!

Jul. Romeo!

Rom. My Sweet!

Jul. At what o' clock to morrow

Shall I fend to thee?

Rom. By the hour of nine,

Jul. I will not fail, 'tis twenty years 'till then,I have forgot why I did call thee back.

Rom. Let me ftand here 'till thou remember it. Jul. I fhall forget, to have thee still stand there; Remembring how I love thy company.

Rom. And I'll ftill ftay to have thee ftill forget, Forgetting any other home but this.

Jul. 'Tis almoft morning. I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a Wanton's bird,
That lets it hop a little from her hand,

'Like a poor prifoner in his twifted gyves,
And with a filk thread plucks it back again,

So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Rom. I would, I were thy bird.
Jul. Sweet, fo would I;

Yet I fhould kill thee with much cherishing.

Good night, good night. Parting is fuch sweet sorrow, That I fhall fay good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breaft! 'Would I were fleep and peace, fo sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghoftly Friar's close Cell,

His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.

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CE NE III.
Changes to a Monaftery.

Enter Friar Lawrence, with a basket.

THE grey-ey'd morn fmiles on the frowning
night,

Check'ring the eastern clouds with ftreaks of light:
And darkness flecker'd, like a drunkard, reels
From forth day's path, and Titan's burning wheels.
Now ere the Sun advance his burning eye,
The day to chear, and night's dank dew to dry,
I must fill up this ofier-cage of ours

With baleful weeds, and precious-juiced flowers.
The earth, that's Nature's mother, is her tomb;
What is her burying Grave, that is her womb;
And from her womb children of divers kind
We fucking on her natural bofom find:
Many for many virtues excellent,

None but for fome, and yet all different.
O, mickle is the powerful grace, that lies
In plants, herbs, ftones, and their true qualities.
Nor nought fo vile, that on the earth doth live,
But to the earth fome fpecial good doth give:

4 The grey-ey'd morn &c.] Thefe four first lines are here replac'd, conformable to the firft Edition, where fuch a defcription is much more proper than in the mouth of Romeo juft before, when he was full of nothing but the thoughts of his mistress. Mr. Pope.

Nor

Nor aught fo good, but, ftrain'd from that fair use,
Revolts from true Birth, ftumbling on abuse.
Virtue itself turns vice, being mifapplied;
And vice fometime by action's dignified.
Within the infant rind of this finall flower
s Poison hath refidence, and medicine power:
For this being fmelt, with that fenfe chears each part;
Being tafted, flays all fenfes with the heart.
"Two fuch oppofed Kin encamp them ftill
In man, as well as herbs, Grace and rude Will:
And where the worfer is predominant,
Full-foon the canker death eats up that plant.
Enter Romeo.

Rom. Good morrow, father.
Fri. Benedicite!

What early tongue fo fweet faluteth me?
Young fon, it argues a diftemper'd head
So foon to bid good morrow to thy bed:
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And, where care lodgeth, fleep will never lye:
But where unbruised youth with unstuft brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden fleep doth reign.
Therefore thy earliness doth me affure,
Thou art uprouz'd by fome diftemp❜rature;
Or if not fo, then here I hit it right,
Our Romeo hath not been in bed to night.

5 Poifon hath refidence, and medicine power: ] I believe ShakeSpear wrote, more accurately, thus,

Poifon hath refidence, and medic'nal power:

i e. both the poifon and the antidote are lodged within the rind of this flower.

6 Two fuch oppofed FOES] This is a modern Sophiftication. The old books have it opposed KINGS. So that it appears, Shakespear wrote, Two fuch oppofed KIN. Why he calls them Kin was, becaufe they were qualities refiding in one and the fame fubftance. And as the enmity of oppofed Kin generally rifes higher than that between firangers, this circumftance adds a beauty to the expreffion.

Rom.

Rom. That laft is true, the fweeter Reft was mine.
Fri. God pardon fin! waft thou with Rofaline?
Rom. With Rofaline, my ghoftly father? no.
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.
Fri. That's my good fon: but where haft thou
been then?

Rom. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again;
I have been feasting with mine enemy;
Where, on a fudden, one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded; both our remedies
Within thy help and holy phyfick lies;
I bear no hatred, bleffed man, for, lo,
My interceffion likewife fteads my foe.

Fri. Be plain, good fon, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confeffion finds but riddling fhrift.

Rom. Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is fet. On the fair daughter of rich Capulet;

As mine on hers, fo hers is fet on mine;

And all combin'd; fave what thou must combine
By holy marriage: When, and where, and how,
We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow,
I'll tell thee as we pafs; but this I pray,
That thou confent to marry us this day.

Fri. Holy faint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rofaline, whom thou didst love fo dear,
So foon forfaken? young mens' love then lyes
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.
Jefu Maria! what a deal of brine

Hath washt thy fallow cheeks for Rosaline?
How much falt-water thrown away in wafte,
To feafon love, that of it doth not tafte?
The Sun not yet thy fighs from heaven clears,
Thy old groans ring yet in my antient ears:
Lo, here upon thy cheek the ftain doth fit
Of an old tear, that is not wafh'd off yet.
If e'er thou waft thy felf, and thefe woes thine,
Thou and these woes were all for Rofaline.

And

And art thou chang'd? pronounce this fentence then,
Women may fall, when there's no ftrength in men.
Rom. Thou chid'ft me oft for loving Rofaline.
Fri. For doating, not for loving, Pupil mine.
Rom. And bad'ft me bury love.

Fri. Not in a Grave,

To lay one in, another out to have.

Rom. I pray thee, chide not: fhe, whom I love now, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow : The other did not fo.

Fri. Oh, fhe knew well,

Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell.
But come, young waverer, come and go with me,
In one refpect I'll thy affiftant be!

For this alliance may fo happy prove,

To turn your houfhold-rancour to pure love.

Rom. O let us hence, I ftand on fudden hafte. Fri. Wifely and flow; they stumble that run fast.

[Exeunt.

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Changes to the STREET.

Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.

Mer.WHERE the devil should this Romeo be ?

came he not home to night?

Ben. Not to his father's, I fpoke with his man. Mer. Why, that fame pale, hard-hearted, wench, that Rofaline, torments him fo, that he will, fure, run mad.

Ben. Tybalt, the kinfman to old Capulet,

Hath fent a letter to his father's house.

Mer. A challenge, on my life.

Ben. Romeo will anfwer it.

Mer. Any man, that can write, may answer a letter.

Ben.