-) One nick-name to her pur-blind fon and heir: Ben. An' if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him, Mer. This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him, To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle, Of fome strange nature, letting it there stand Ben. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be conforted with the hum'rous night. Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. Mer. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he fit under a medlar-tree, And wifh his mistress 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. 9 When King Cophetua, &.] Alluding to an old ballad. POPE. 1 Rom. H SCENE II. Changes to Capulet's Garden. Enter Romeo. E jefts at fcars, that never felt a woundBut, foft! what light thro' yonder window 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 fhe were! She speaks, yet fhe fays nothing; what of that? I am too bold, 'tis not to me the speaks : He jefts at fcars,] That is, Mercutio jefts, whom he overheard. Be not her maid,] Be not a votary to the moon, to Diana. 3 It is my lady ;-] This line and halfI have replaced. See, See, how the leans her cheek upon her hand! Rom. She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. O Romeo, Romeo-wherefore art thou Ro meo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but fworn my love, Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall 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 rose, 40, 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 feems 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 edi tion, in the other lazy-puffing. POPE. 6 Thou art thyself, though not [Afide. a Montague Ji.e. you would be just what you are, altho' you were not of the houfe of Montague. WARBURTON. I think the true reading is, Montague. Thou art a being of peculiar excellence, and haft none of the malignity of the family, from which thou hast thy name. Hanmer reads, Thou'rt not thyself so, though a Montague. By any other name would smell as fweet. 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 night, So ftumbleft on my counfel? 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 dislike. 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. If Rom. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, For ftony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Rom. Alack! there lies more peril in thine eye, Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but fweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jul. I would not for the world, they faw thee here. Rom. I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, And And but thou love me, let them find me here; Jul. By whofe direction found ft thou out this place? Rom. By love, that firft did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no Pilot, yet wert thou as far As that vaft shore, wash'd with the farthest sea, Jul. Thou know'ft, the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden-blush bepaint my cheek 7 And therefore thou may'st think my 'haviour light; Rom. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, 7 coying to be frange.] For coying, the modern editions have cunning, Jul. |