So fhews a fnowy dove trooping with crows, The measure done, I'll watch her place of Stand, Tyb. This by his voice fhould be a Montague. Now by the ftock and honour of my kin, Cap. Why, how now, kinfman, wherefore ftorm you fo? Tyb. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe: Tyb. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo. Cap. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone; Tyb. It fits, when fuch a villain is a guest. Cap. He fhall be endur'd. What, goodman boy-I fay, he shall. Go to- You'll not endure him? God fhall mend my foul. You will fit cock-a-hoop? You'll be the man? Tyb. Tyb. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame. Cap. Go to, go to, You are a faucy boy-is't fo, indeed This trick may chance to fcathe you. I know what. Well faid, my hearts :-You are a Princox, go: To smooth that rough Touch with a tender kiss. Jul. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion fhews in this; For Saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kifs. Rom. Have not faints lips, and holy palmers too? Ful. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Rom. O then, dear faint, let lips do what hands do: They pray, grant thou, left faith turn to despair. 7 If I prophane with my un- My lips, two blufbing pilgrims, &c.] All profanations are fuppos'd to be expiated either by fome meritorious action, or by fome penance undergone and pu VOL. VIII. nifhment fubmitted to. So, Romeo would here fay, If I have. been profane in the rude touch of my hand, my lips ftands ready, as two blufhing pilgrims, to take off that offence, to atone for it by a sweet penance. Our poet therefore must have wrote, -the gentle Fine is this. WARB. D Jul. Jul. Saints do not move, yet grant for prayers' fake. Rom. Then move not, while my prayers' effect I take: Thus from my lips, by thine, my fin is purg'd. [Killing ber. Jul. Then have my lips the fin that late they took. Rom. Sin from my lips! O trefpafs, fweetly urg'd! Give me my fin again. Jul. You kifs by th' book. Nurfe. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Rom. What is her mother? Nurfe. Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, To her Nurfe. And a good lady, and a wife and virtuous. Rom. Is the a Capulet? O dear account! my life is my foe's debt. Is it e'en fo? why, then, I thank you all. I'll to my Reft. [Exeunt. Jul. Come hither, nurfe. What is yon gentle man ? Nurfe. The fon and heir of old Tiberio. Jul. What's he, that now is going out of door? Nurfe. That, as I think, is young Petruchio. Jul. What's he, that follows here, that would not dance? Nurfe. Nurfe. I know not. Jul. Go, afk his name.If he be married, My Grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurfe. His name is Romeo, and a Montague, Jul. My only love fprung from my only hate; Nurfe. Anon, anon— [One calls within, Juliet. Come, let's away, the strangers all are gone. [Exeunt. Enter CHORUS. Now old Defire doth on his death-bed lie, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Now Romeo is belov'd, and loves again, Alike bewitched by the charm of looks: But to his foe fuppos'd he must complain, And she steal love's fweet bait from fearful hooks. Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe fuch vows as lovers ufe to fwear; And fhe, as much in love, her means much less, To meet her new-beloved any where: CHORUS.] This chorus added fince the first edition. POPE. Chorus. The ufe of this chorus is not eafily difcovered, it conduces nothing to the progrefs D of the play, but relates what is But But Paffion lends them power, Time means, to meet; Temp'ring extremities with extreme fweet. C [Exit Chorus. ACT II. SCENE I. The STREET. · Enter Romeo alone. ROMEO. AN I go forward when my heart is here? [Exit. Enter Benvolio, with Mercutio. Ben. Romeo, my coufin Romeo. Mer. He is wife, And, on my life, hath ftol'n him home to bed. Ben. He ran this way, and leap'd this orchardwall. Call, good Mercutio. Mer. Nay, I'll conjure too. Why, Romeo! humours! madman! paffion! lover! One |