Fri. Too familiar Is my dear fon with fuch fou'r company. I bring the tidings of the Prince's doom? Rom. What lefs than dooms-day is the Prince's doom? Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips, Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha, banishment! be merciful, fay, death; Much more than death. Do not say, banishment. Rom. There is no world without Verona's walls, Hence banished, is banith'd from the world; Fri. O deadly fin! O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind Prince, And turn'd that black word death to banishment. Rom. Tis torture, and not mercy. Heav'n is Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand, Hadit thou no Poifon mixt, no fharp-ground knife, O Friar, the Damned use that word in hell; Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment. To comfort thee, tho' thou art banished. Rom. Yet, banished? hang up philofophy: It helps not, it prevails not, talk no more Fri. O, then I fee that mad men have no ears. Fri. Let me difpute with thee of thy estate. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou doft not Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Then might'ft thou fpeak, then might'ft thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground as I do now, Taking the meafure of an unmade grave. Fri. Arife, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyfelf. [Knock within. Rom. Not I, unless the breath of heart-fick Groans, Mist-like, infold me from the Search of Eyes. [Knock. Fri. Hark, how they knock !-(who's there?)– Romeo, arife. Thou wilt be taken-(ftay a while)-stand up: [Knocks. Run to my Study-(By and by)-God's will! What wilfulnefs is this?-I come, I come. [Knock. Who knocks fo hard; whence come you? what's your will? Nurfe. [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall 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 in her cafe, O woful fympathy ! Piteous predicament! ev'n fo lies the, Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, ftand up; Stand, an' you be a Man: For Juliet's Sake, for her Sake, rise and stand. Nurfe. Ah Sir! ah Sir!-Death is the end of all. 7 So Hanmer. The other editions read, Why should you fall into so deep an ab ? Rom. Rom. Speak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Doth not the think me an old murderer, Now I have ftain'd the childhood of our joy With blood, remov'd but little from her own? Where is the? and how does fhe? and what fays My conceal'd lady to our cancell❜d love? Nurse. O, the fays nothing, Sir; but weeps and weeps ; And now falls on her bed, and then starts up; Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, 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 The hateful manfion. Fri. Hold thy defperate hand. [Drawing his fword. Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art. 9 Unfeemly Woman in a feeming Man! 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 Shakefpear wrote it into good pertinent fense. Unfeemly Woman in a feeming AN ill-befeeming Beaft in fen- i. e. you have the ill-befeeming paffions of a brute beast in the well-feeming 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 in the fecond, and fays, he was even a brute in the fhape of a rational creature. Seeming is ufed in both places, for feemly. WARBURTON. The old reading is probable. Thou art a beast of ill qualities, under the appearance both of a woman and a man. Haft Haft thou flain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyfelf? By doing damned Hate upon thyfelf? I Why rail'ft thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n, and Earth, Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three do meet In thee at once, which thou at once wouldft lofe? And useft none in that true ufe indeed, Thy dear Love fworn, but hollow Perjury, 2 And thou difmember'd with thine own Defense. 1 Why rail'ft thou, &c.] Thefe were again thrown out by Mr. Pope, and for the fame reafon: But they are easily fet right. We fhould read, Since Birth, and Heav'n, and Earth, all three so meet, In thee ATONE; which then at once would lose. i.e. Why rail you at your Birth and at Heaven, and Earth, which are all fo meet, or aufpicious to you: And all three your friends, Eall three in thee atone] and yet you would lose them all by one rafh jftroke. Why he faid, Birth, Heaven, and Earth, all three atone--was becaufe Romeo was of noble birth, of vir tuous difpofitions, and heir to a large patrimony. But by fuicide Then is there mirth in Heav'n ATONE together. WARB. The alteration makes no improvement. The meaning is the fame in the common reading better expreffed. And thou difmember'd with thine own defence. ] And thou torn to pieces with thy own weapons. For |