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Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant.
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I,
Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both,
Cap. But faying o'er what I have faid before;
• She is the hopeful lady of my earth:] This line not in the first edition. POPE The lady of his earth is an expreffion not very intelligible, unlefs he means that he is heir to his eftate, and I fuppofe no man
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too foon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
She is the hopeful lady of my earth,
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
* Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven's light.
ever called his lands his earth. I will venture to propose a bold change.
She is the hope and stay of my full years.
2 Earth-treading fars that make dark HEAVEN's light.] This nonfenfe
Such comfort as 'do lufty young men feel,
nonfenfe should be reformed
· Earth treading ftars that make
i. . When the evening is dark
Her beauty hangs upon the cheek
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's WARBURTON. But why nonfense ? Is any thing more commonly faid, than that beauties eclipfe the fun? Has not Pope the thought and the word?
Sol through white curtains foot
And ope'd thofe eyes that must
-do lufty young men feel,] To fay, and to fay in pompous words, that a young man shall feel
as much in an affembly of beau-
Such comfort as do lufty yeomen
You shall feel from the fight and
4 Which on more view of many,
reck'ning none] The first of
Within your view of many
Serv. Find them out, whofe names are written here?
It is written, that the Shoemaker fhould meddle with his Yard, and the Tailor with his Laft, the Fisher with his Pencil, and the Painter with his Nets. But I am fent to find those Perfons, whofe names are here writ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ. I must to the Learned. In good time,
Enter Benvolio and Romeo.
Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burn-
One pain is leffen'd by another's Anguifh,
Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that.
Ben. For what, I pray thee?
Rom. For your broken fhin.
Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man
is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipt and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow. [To the Servant. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can you read?
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my mifery.
you read any thing you fee?
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
[He reads the lift.]
Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; Count
Anfelm, and his beauteous fifters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely neices; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine: mine uncle Capulet, bis wife and daughters; my fair neice Rofaline; Livia; Signior Valentio, and his coufin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.
5 A fair affembly; whither fhould they come ? Serv. Up.
Rom. Whither? to fupper?
Serv. To our house.
Rom. Whofe house?
Serv. My mafter's.
Rom. Indeed, I fhould have afk'd you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without afking. My mafter is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the Houfe of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Reft you merry. [Exit.
Ben. At this fame ancient Feaft of Capulet's
5 A fair affembly; whither
Rom. Whither? to fupper? Serv. To our hufe. ] Romeo had read over the lift of invited guests; but how should he know they were invited to fupper? This comes much more aptly
from the Servant's anfwer, than Romeo's question; and muft undoubtedly be placed to him. WARBURTON.
When a man reads a lift of guests, he knows that they are invited to fomething, and, without any extraordinary good fortune, may guefs, to a fupper.
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Herself pois'd with herself, in either eye;
Change to Capulet's House.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
URSE, where's my daughter? call
La. Cap. her forth to me. Nurfe. Now (by my maiden-head, at twelve Years
I bade her come; what, lamb! what, lady-bird!
6 let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against fome
other maid,] But the comparison was not betwixt the love that Romeo's mistress paid him, and the person of any other young woman; but betwixt Ro
meo's miftrefs herfelf, and fome