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Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's || heart's ease ; 0, an you will have me live, playface,

heart's ease. And doth it give me such a sight as this ?

1 Mus. Why heart's ense? La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays day!

-My heart is full of wo: O, play me some merry Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

dump,l to comfort me. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

2 Mus. Not a dump we; tis no time to play now. But one,

poor one, one poor and loving child, Pet. You will not then? But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

2 Mus. No. And cruel eath bath catch'd it from my sight. Pet. I will then give it you soundly.

Nurse. O wo! O woful, woful, woful day! 1 Mus. What will you give us ? Most lamentable day! most woful day,

Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek :2 I That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

will give you the minstrel. O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!

1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving.creature. Never was seen so black a day as this :

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger 0 woful day, 0 woful day!

on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! || I'll fa you ; Do you note me? Most détestable death, by thee beguild,

1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown !

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put O love! O life !--not life, but love in death! out your wit.

Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will dryUncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagTo murder murder our solemnity?

ger :- Answer me like men : O child! O child !--my soul, and not my child !Dead art thou, dead !alack! my child is dead;

When griping grief the heart doth wound, And, with my child, my joys are buried.

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure liyes

Then music, with her silver sound; not

Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver In these confusions. Heaven and yourself sound? Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all, What say you, Simon Catling? And all the better is it for the maid :

I Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Your part in her you could not keep from death ; sound. But Heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?3 The most you sought was—her promotion;

2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanced :. sound for silver. And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, Pet. Pretty too !=What say you, James SoundAbove the clouds, as high as heaven itself? 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.
That you run mad, seeing that she is well: Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I
She's not well married, that lives married long; will say for you. It is music with her silver sound,
But she's best married, that dies married young. because such fellows as you have seldom gold for
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary sounding :-
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,

Then music with her silver sound,
In all her best array bear her to church :
For though fond nature bids us all lament,

With speedy help doth lend redress.
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

(Exit, singing. Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ? Turn from their office to black funeral :

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. (Exeunt. Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Qur bridal powers serve for a þuried corse, And all things change them to the contrary. Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with

ACT V. him;

SCENE I.-Mantua. A street. Enter Romeo:: And go, sir Paris ; -every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave :

Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, The heavens do lour upon you, for some ill; My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : Move them no more, by crossing their high will. My bosom's lord4 sits lightly in his throne;

(Exe. Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar. And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. gone.

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up; || (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave toFor, well you know, this is a pitiful case.


(Exit Nurse. And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be That I reviv'd and was an emperor. amended.

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy !. Enter Peter.

Enter Balthasar. Pet. Musicians, O musicians, Heart's ease,

News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? (1) Dumps were heavy mournful tunes.

(2) To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified (3) • And the jocund rebecks sound.' MILTON. a minstrel

(4) i. e. Love.


sell :

Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? And drink it off; and, if you had the strength How doth my lady? Is my father well?

Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;

Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

souls, Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not And her immortal part with angels lives; I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. And presently took post to tell it you:

Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.O pardon me for bringing these ili news,

Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. (Exe. Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you,

stars! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Friar And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

John. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus : John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.

Enter Friar Laurence. Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd; Lau. This same should be the voice of friar Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

John.Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo? Bal. No, my good lord.

Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Rom.

No matter: get thee gone, John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight. One of our order to associate me,

(Exit Balthasar. || Here in this city visiting the sick, Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Let's see for means :-0, mischief, thou art swift Suspecting that we both were in a house
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
I do remember an apothecary, -

Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth ;
And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I 'noted So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?
Culling of simples ;l meagre were his looks, John. I could not send it,-here it is again,-
Sharp misery had worn hiin to the bones ; Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

So fearful were they of infection. An alligator stuff'd, and other skins

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves The letter was not nice, but full of charge, A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Of dear import; and the neglecting it Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Unto my cell. Noting this penury, to myself I said

John. Brother, I'll go and bring't thee. (Exit. An if a man did need a poison now,

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone : Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. She will beshrew me much, that Romeo O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Hath had no notice of these accidents : And this same needy man must sell it me. But I will write again to Mantua, As I remember, this should be the house : And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb ! What, ho! apothecary!

(Exit. Enter Apothecary.

SCENE III.- A church-yard; in it, a monuAp. Who calls so loud ?

ment belonging to the Capulets. Enter Paris; Rom. Come hither, man.--I see, that thou art|

and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. poor ;

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have

A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer2 Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
As will disperse itself through all the veins, Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread As violently, as hasty powder fir'd

(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Is death, to any he that utters them.

Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,

(Retires. Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bri, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :

dal bed:
The world affords no law to make thee rich; Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. The perfect model of eternity;

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,

pay thy poverty, and not thy will, Accept this latest favour at my hands;
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,
(1) Herbs. (2) Stuff.

(3) i. e. On a trivial or idle subject.

face ;

With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!

Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this

(The boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, What said my man, when my betossed soul To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites ? Did not attend him as we rode? I think, What, with a torch !--muffle me, night, a while. He told me, Paris should have married Juliet:

(Retires. Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, mat-Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

To think it was so ?--0, give me thy hand, tock, &c.

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book 1 m. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-. iron.

A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, Hold, take this letter; early in the morning For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

This vault a feasting presence4 full of light. Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee, Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Whate'er thou hear'st or seést, stand all aloof,

(Laying Paris in the monument, And do not interrupt me in my course.

How oft when men are at the point of death Why I descend into this bed of death,

Have they been merry ? which their keepers cali Is, partly, to behold my lady's face :

A lightning before death: 0, how may I But, chiefly, to take hence from her dead finger Call this a lightning ?--O, my love! my wife! A precious ring ; a ring that I must use

Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, In dear employment : therefore hence, be gone :--|Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet In what I further shall intend to do,

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs : Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody'sheet? The time and my intents are savage-wild; o, what more favour can I do to thee, More fierce, and more inexorable far,

Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Forgive ine, cousin !-Ah! dear Juliet,
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. —Take Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
thou that:

That unsubstantial death is amorous ;
Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; | Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Retires. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;

Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death, || And never from this palace of dim night
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Depart again; here, here will I remain
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here (Breaking open the door of the manument. || Will I set up my everlasting rest; And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, From this world-wearied flesh.—Eyes, look your That murder'd my love's cousin ;--with which grief,

last! It is supposed the fair creature died ;

Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you And here is come to do some villanous shame The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, To the dead bodies: I will apprehend bim.- A dateless bargain to engrossing death

(Advances. Come, bitter conduct, coine, unsavoury guide ! Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Here's to my love!- Drinks.] O, true apothecary! Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Thy drugs are quick.-— Thus with a kiss I die. Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I

(Dies. hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,

Enter at the other end of the church-yard, Friar Fly hence and leave me ;-think

Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade.

upon Let them affright thee.--I beseech thee, youth, Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Heap not another sin upon my head,

Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?-Who's By urging me to fury :-0, be gone!

there? By heaven, I love thee better than myself: Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ? For I come hither arm'd against myself:

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, Par. I do defy thy conjurations,2

What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light And do attach thee as a felon here.

To grubs and eyeless sculls? as I discern, Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, || It burneth in the Capels' monument. boy.

[They fight. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, Page. O lord ! they fight: I will go call the One that you love. watch. (Exit Page Fri

Who is it? Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.)-If thou be mer- Bal.

Romeo. ciful,

Fri. How long hath he been there? Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies.

(3) The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of (1) i. e. Action of importance.

windows, by means of which ancient halls, &c. are (2) I do refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, illuminated. B. e. depart.

(4) Presence-chamber, (5) Conductor

these gone;

you well.

and weeps :

me :

slain ;



Full half an hour. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come Fri. Go with me to the vault.

hither. Bal.

I dare not, sir : My master knows not, but I am gone hence;

Enter another Watchman, with Friar Laurence. And fearfully did menace me with death,

3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :-Fear comes upon || We took this mattock and this spade from him,

As he was coming from this church-yard side. O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought,

Enter the Prince and Attendants. And that my master slew him.

Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Fri.

Romeo! ( Advances. || That calls our person from our morning's rest? Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others. What mean these masterless and


swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek (Enters the monument.

abroad? Romeo! O, pale !--Who else? what, Paris too?

La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, And steep’d'in blood ?--Ah, what an unkind hour | Some-Juliet, and some-Paris ; and all run, Is guilty of this lamentable chance !

With open outcry toward our monument. The lady stirs. (Juliet wakes and stirs.

Prinoe. What fear is this, wbich startles in our Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ?

ears? I do remember well where I should be,

1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris And there I am :9:--Where is my Romeo?

[Noise within. And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Search, seek, and know how. this foul Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;

murder comes.

1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd RoA greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away :

meo's man; Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;

With instruments upon them, fit to open And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee

These dead men's tombs. Among a sisterhood of holy nuns :

Cap. O, heavens 0, wife! look how our daughStay not to question, for the watch is coming;

ter bleeds! Come, go, good Juliet,-(Noise again.] i' dare This dagger hath mista'en,—for lo! his house!

Is stay no longer.


empty on the back of Montague,Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.

And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true-love's hand?

La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end ;

That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
O churl! drink all? and leave no friendly drop
To help me after ?-1 will kiss thy lips ;

Enter Montague and others.
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,

Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To make me die with a restorative. (Kisses him. To see thy son and heir more early down. Thy lips are warm!

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; I Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? | Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: Jul. Yea, noise ?—then I'll be brief.- happy What further wo conspires against mine age ? dagger! (Snatching Romeo's dagger.

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. This is thy sheath;. [Stabs herself.) there rust, and

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, let me die.

To press before thy father to a grave? (Falls on Romeo's body, and dies. Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,

Till we can clear these ambiguities, Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. And know their spring, their head, their true dePage. This is the place; there, where the torch

scent; doth burn.

And then will I be general of your woes, 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about And lead you even to death : Mean time forbear, the church-yard:

And let mischance be slave to patience. Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

(Exeunt some. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;-, Yet most suspected, as the time and place And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Who here hath lain these two days buried. — And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,—, Myself condemn'd and myself accus'd. Raise up the Montagues, --some others search ;- Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know Exeunt the other Watchmen.

in this. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath But the true ground of all these piteous woes, Is not so long as is a tedious talę. We cannot without circumstance descry.

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;

And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: Enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar.

I married them; and their stolen marriage-day 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death in the church-yard.

Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city ;

For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. (1) i.e. The scabbard.

(2) Seat.

You-to remove that siege of grief from her,


Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce, This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
To county Paris :-Then comes she to me; Can I demand.
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means Mon. But I can give thee more
To rid her from this second marriage,

For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. That, while Verona by that name is known,
Then gave I her, so tụtor'd by my art,

There shall no figure at such rate be set,
A sleeping-potion : which so took effect

As that of true and faithful Juliet. As I intended, for it wrought on her

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; The form of death : meantime I writ to Romeo, Poor sacrifices of our enmity! That he should hither come at this dire night, Prince. A glooming peace this morning with To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,

brings; Being the time the potion's force should

cease. The sun for sorrow will not show his head : But he which bore my letter, friar John,

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Was staid by accident; and yesternight

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished : Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, For never was a story of more wo, At the prefixed hour of her waking,

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Exeunt. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo : But, when I came (some minute ere the time Of her awakening,) here untimely lay

This play is one of the most pleasing of our The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.

author's performances. The scenes are busy and She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, various, incidents numerous and important, the caAnd bear this work of heaven with patience: tastrophe irresistibly affecting, and the process of But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; the action carried on with such probabili at least And she, too desperate, would not go with me, with such congruity to popular opinions, as tragedy But (as it seems) did violence on herself. requires. All this I know; and to the marriage

Here is one of the few attempts of Shakspeare to Her nurse is privy : And, if aught in this

exhibit the conversation of gentlemen, to repreMiscarried by my fault, let my old life

sent the airy sprightliness of juvenile elegance. Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,

Mr. Dryden mentions a tradition, which might Unto the rigour of severest law.

easily reach his time, of a declaration made by Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Shakspeare, that he was obliged to kill Mercutio in Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this the third Act, lest he should have been killed by

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;|| him. Yet he thinks him no such formidable perArd then in post he came from Mantua,

son, but that he might have lived through the play, To this same place, to this same monument. and died in his bed, without danger to the poet. This letter he early bid me give his father; Dryden well knew, had he been in quest of truth, And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, || in a pointed sentence, that more regard is comIf I departed not, and left him there.

monly had to the words than the thought, and that Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.- it is very seldom to be rigorously understood. MerWhere is the county's page, that rais’d the watch?- cutio's wit, gaiety, and courage, will always proSirrah, what made your master in this place? cure him friends that wish him a longer life; but Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's || his death is not precipitated, he has lived out the grave;

time allotted him in the construction of the play ; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did :

nor do I doubt the ability of Shakspeare to have Anon, comes one with light to upe the tomb; continued his existence, though some of his sallies And, by and by, my master drew on him; are perhaps out of the reach of Dryden; whose And then I ran away to call the watch.

genius was not very fertile of merriment, nor ducPrince. This letter doth make good the friarstile to humour, but acute, argumentative, comprewords,

hensive, and sublime. Their course of love, the tidings of her death : The Nurse is one of the characters in which And here he writes—that he did buy a poison the author delighted: he has, with great subtilty Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal

of distinction, drawn her at once loquacious and Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.- secret, obsequious and insolent, trusty and disWhere be these enemies? Capulet! Montague !- honest. See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, His comic scenes are happily wrought, but his That Heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! || pathetic strains are always polluted with some unAnd I, for winking at your discords too, expected depravations. "His persons, however disHave lost a brace of kinsmen :'-all are punish'd. (tressed, have a conceit left them in their misery, Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand : a miserable conceit.

JOHNSON, (1) Mercutio and Paris.

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