Love is a fmoke rais'd with the fume of fighs, Ben. Soft, I'll go along. [Going. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Ben. 5 Tell me in sadness, who she is you love? O word, ill-urg'd to one that is so ill! Ben. 1 aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is foonest hit. With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit : 3 Ecing turg'd, a fire Sparkling in overs' eyes;] The authour may mean being purget of Smoke, but it is perhaps a meaning never given to the word in any other place. I would rather read, line stands single, it is likely that the foregoing or following line that rhym'd to it, is loft. $ Tell me in fatness,] That is, tell me gravely, tell me in feriousness. Being urged, a fire Sparkling. 6 in strong proof-] In chastity Being excited and inforced. To of proof, as we say in armour of arge the fire is the technical term. proof. 4 Being wex'd, &c] As this Ο, O, she is rich in beauty; only poor Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chafte ? 8 Rom. She hath, and in that Sparing makes huge waste. For beauty, starv'd with her severity, She is too fair, too wife, too wisely fair, To merit blifs by making me despair; She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other Beauties. Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers exquisite in question more; Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both, Par. Younger than the 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, My will to her consent is but a part; If she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent, and fair according voice: This night, I hold an old-accustom'd Feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. At my poor house, look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven's light. * She is the bop ful lady of my earth:] This line not in the irst edition. POPE. The lady of bis earth is an expression not very intelligible, unless he means that she is heir to his citate, and I suppose no man Such ever called his lan is his earth. I will venture to propose a bold change, She is the hope and stay of my full years. Earth-treading stars that make dark HEAVEN's light.] This nonsenso 1 Such comfort as do lusty young men feel, nonsense should be reformed thus, Earth-treading fiars that make dark EVEN light. i. e. When the evening is dark and without stars, these earthly ftars fupply their place, and light it up. So again in this play, Her beauty bangs upon the cheek of night, ear. Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's WARBURTON. But why nonfenfe? Is any thing more commonly faid, than that beauties eclipse the sun? Has not Pope the thought and the word? Sol through white curtains shot a tim'rous ray, And ope'd those eyes that must eclipse the day. Both the old and the new reading are philosophical nonsense, but they are both, and both equally poetical fenfe. 3-do lusty young men feel,] To say, and to say in pompous words, that a young man shall feel [Exeunt Capulet and Paris. as much in an assembly of beauties, as young men feel in the month of April, is furely to waste sound upon a very poor sentiment. I read, Such comfort as do lufty yeomen fecl. You shall feel from the fight and conversation of these ladies, such hopes of happiness and such pleasure, as the farmer receives from the spring, when the plenty of the year begins, and the profpect of the harvest fills him with delight. 4 Which on more view of many, mine, being one, Muy Stand in number, tho' in reck'ning none.] The first of these lines I do not understand. The old folio gives no help; the passage is there, Which one more view. I can offer nothing better than this: Within your view of many, mine being one, May stand in number, &c. Serv. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here ? -It is written, that the Shoemaker should meddle with his Yard, and the Tailor with his Last, the Fisher with his Pencil, and the Painter with his Nets. But I am fent to find those Persons, whose names are here writ; and can never find what names the writing perfon hath here writ. I must to the Learned. In good time, Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burn ing, One pain is leffen'd by another's Anguish, Turn giddy, and be help'd by backward turning, One defperate grief cure with another's Languish; Take thou fome new infection to the eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plantan leaf is excellent for that. Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; Shut up in prifon, 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 misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book. But, I pray, Can you read any thing you fee? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly. Rest you merry. Rom. Stay, fellow, I can read. VOL. VIII. C [He |