Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, fo gentle in his view, Should be fo tyrannous and rough in proof! 9 Rom. Alas, that love, whofe view is muffled ftill, Should without eyes fee-path-ways to his will! Where shall we dine?-O me!-What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. [Striking his breast. Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! Oh, any thing of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! ferious vanity! Mif-fhapen chaos of well-feeming forms! Feather of lead, bright fmoke, cold fire, fick health! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppreffion. * Rom. Why, fuch is love's tranfgreffion. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of fighs, Ben. Soft, I'll go along. [Going. And if you leave me fo, you do me wrong. Ben. Tell me in fadnefs, who she is you love? In fadness, coufin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd fo near, when I fuppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good marks-man ;-and she's fair, I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is fooneft hit. Rom. But, in that hit, you miss; fhe'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; the hath Dian's wit: And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow, the lives unharm'd. She will not stay the fiege of loving terms, Nor 'bide th' encounter of affailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to faint-feducing gold, O, fhe is rich in beauty; only poor That when she dies, 7 with Beauty dies her Store. Ben. Then fhe hath fworn, that the will still live chafte ? Rom. She hath, and in that Sparing makes huge For beauty, ftarv'd with her severity, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Rom. O, teach me how I fhould forget to think. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other Beauties. Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers exquifite in queftion more; [Exeunt. 7 with Beauty dies her Store.] nity, that her flere, or riches, can Mr. Theobald reads. With her dies beauties ftore. and is followed by the two fucceeding editors. I have replaced the old reading, because I think it at least as plaufible as the correction. She is rich, fays he, in beauty, and only poor in being fubject to the lot of huma be destroyed by death, who fhall, by the fame blow, put an end to beauty. 8 Rom. She bath, and in that Sparing, &c.] None of the following fpeeches of this fcene in the first edition of 1597. POPE. 9 too wifely fair,] Hanmer For, wifely too fair. SCENE Enter Capulet, Paris, and Servant. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both, She hath not feen the Change of fourteen years; Par. Younger than the are happy mothers made. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Such comfort as do lufty young men feel, And like her most, whose merit most shall be : [Exeunt Capulet and Paris. as much in an affembly of beautes, as young men feel in the month of April, is furely to waste found upon a very poor fentiment. I read, Such comfort as do lufty yeomen feel. You shall feel from the fight and 4 Which on more view of many, reck'ning none] The first of thefe lines I do not understand. The old folio gives no help; the paffage is there, Which one mire view. I can offer nothing bet ter than this: Within your view of many. Sery. |