Nurse. An hour? were not I thine only nurse, I'd say, thou hadft fuck'd wisdom from thy teat. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers. By my count, That you are now a maid. Thus, then, in brief; Nurfe. A man, young lady, lady, such a man As all the world- Why, he's a man of wax. La. Cap. Verona's fummer hath not fuch a flower. Nurfe. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. 1 La. Cap. What say you, can you like the Gentleman? This night you fhall behold him at our Feast; And fee, how one another lends Content: The fish lives in the Sea, and 'tis much príde, That Book in many Eyes doth share the Glory, 2 * That in gold clafps locks in the golden Story, La. Cap. What fay you, &c.] This ridiculous fpeech is entirely added fince the firft edition. POPE. 2 That in gold clafps locks in the golden Story.] The golden ftory is perhaps the golden legend, a,book in the darker ages of popery much read, and doubtless often exquifitely embellished, but of which Canus, one of the popifh doctors, proclaims the author to have been bomo ferrei oris, plumbei cordis. Nurfe. Nurfe. No lefs? Nay, bigger; Women grow by Men. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move. Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, fupper ferv'd up, you call'd, my young lady afk'd for, the nurse curft in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I muft hence to wait; I befeech you, follow ftrait. La. Cap. We follow thee. Juliet, the County stays. Nurfe. Go, girl, feek happy nights to happy days. [Exeunt. SCENE - V. A Street before Capulet's Houfe. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or fix other maskers, torch-bearers, and drums. Rom. HAT, fhall this speech be spoke for our excufe? WH Or fhall we on without apology? Ben. 3 The date is out of fuch prolixity. 3 The date is out of such prolixity.] i. e. Masks are now out of fashion. That Shakespear was an enemy to these fooleries, ap We'll pears from his writing none: and that his plays difcredited fuch entertainments is more than probable. But in James's time, that C 4 reign We'll have no Cupid, hood-wink'd with a scarf, Rom. Give me a torch, I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the Light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not 1, believe me; you have dancing fhoes With nimble foles; I have a foul of lead, So ftakes me to the ground, I cannot move. 6 Mer. You are a Lover; borrow Cupid's Wings, And foar with them above a common Bound. Rom. I am too fore enpeaṛced with his Shaft, Mer. And to fink in it, fhould you burden Love, Too great Oppreffion for a tender Thing! Rom. Is Love a tender Thing! It is too rough, Too rude, too boift'rous; and it pricks like Thorn. Mer. If Loye be rough with you, be rough with Love; Prick Love for pricking, and you beat Love down. Give me a Cafe to put my vifage in? [Putting on his Mask. A Vifor for a Vifor!--what care I, deformities? Here are the beetle-brows fhall blush for me. Rom. A torch for me. Let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the fenfelefs rufhes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a granfire-phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. The game was ne'er fo fair, and I am done. Mer. 7 Tut! dun's the mouse, the conftable's own word; If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire; 8 * Or, fave your reverence, Love, wherein thou stickest Up to thine ears; come, we burn day-light, ho. The game was ne'er fo fair, and Mercutio, in his reply, anfwers Rom. the fame import with the French, La nuit tous les chats font gris. As much as to fay, You need not fear, night will make all your complexions alike. And because Romeo had introduced his obfervation with, I am proverb'd with a grand fire's phraft, Mercutio adds to his reply, the conftable's own word. As much as to fay, if you are for old proverbs, I'll fit you with one; 'tis the conftable's own word: whofe custom was, when he fummoned his watch, and affigned them their feveral ftations, to give them what the foldiers call, the word. But this night guard being diftinguished for their pacific character, the conflable, as an emblem of their harmless difpofition, chofe that domeftic animal for his word: which, in time, might become proverbial. WARB. 8 Or, fave your reverence, Love,] The word or ob. fcures the fentence; we fhould read O! for or Love. Mercutio Rom. Nay, that's not fo. Mer. I mean, Sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lights by day. Mer. Why, may one ask? Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Rom. Well what was yours? Mer. That dreamers often lye. Rom. In bed asleep; while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then I fee, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the Fancy's mid-wife, and she comes having called the affection with which Romeo was entangled by fo disrespectfuul a word as mire, cries out, O! fave your reverence, Love. 90, then I fee, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the FAIRIES' midwife.] Thus begins that admirable fpeech upon the effects of the imagination in dreams. But, Queen Mab the fairies' midwife? What is the then Queen of? Why, the fairies. What! and their midwife too? But this is not the greatest of the abfurdities. Let us fe upon what occafion fhe is introduced, and under what quality. It is as a Being that has great power over human imaginations. But then the title given her, muft have reference to the employment the is put upon: Fift then, she is called Queen; which is very per tinent; for that defigns her power: Then fhe is called the fairies' midwife; but what has that to do with the point in hand? If we would think that Shakespear wrote fenfe, we must fay, he wrote--the FANCY's midwife: and this is a proper title, as it introduces all that is faid afterwards of her vagaries. Befides, it exactly quadrates with thefe lines: -I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fan tafie. Thefe dreams are begot upon fantafie, and Mab is the midwife to bring them forth. And fancy's midwife is a phrase altogether in the manner of our author. WARBURTON, |