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Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
* Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, &c.] To understand the force of this allusion, it should be remembered that the ancient English soldiers, using match-locks, instead of locks with Aints as at present, were obliged to carry a lighted match hanging at their belts, very near to the wooden flask in which they kept their powder.
5 And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.] And thou torn to pieces with thine own weapons.
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Hie. you, make haste, for it grows very late.
[Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this ! Fri. Go hence : Good night; and here stands all
Either be gone before the watch be set,
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
[Exeunt. here stands all your state ;] The whole of your fortune depends on this.
A Room in Capulet's House.
Enter ČAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS.
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter : Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I ;-Well; we were born to die.'Tis very late, she'll not come down to night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. : Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo : Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love: I think, she will be ruld In all respects by mne; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ; Acquaint her here of my son Paris’ love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextBut, soft ; What day is this? Par.
Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too
soon, O' Thursday let it be ;-o' Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl :Will you be ready? do
like this haste ?
mewod up-] This is a phrase from falconry. A mew was a place of confinement for hawks.
8 Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender-] Desperate means only bold, adventurous, as if he had said in the vulgar phrase, I will speak a bold word, and venture to promise you my daughter,
We'll keep no great ado;a friend, or two :-
morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone :-O Thursday be it
to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by and by :-Good night.
Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree :: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ;
9 Nighty she sings on yon pomegranate tree :) This is not merely a poetical supposition. It is observed of the nightingale, that, if undisturbed, she sits and sings upon the same tree for many weeks together.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua : Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death ; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, "Tis but the pale reflex' of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : I have more care to stay? than will to go;Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day.
Jul: It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ; It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. Some say, the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us : Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; 0, now I would they had chang’d voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. 0, now be gone; more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light 3-more dark and
dark our woes.
the pale reflex-] The appearance of a cloud opposed to the moon. * I have more care to stay-] Care for inclination.
sweet division;] Division seems to have been the technical phrase for the pauses or parts of a musical composition.
* Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.] The hunts-up was the name of the tune anciently played to wake the hunters, and collect them together. But a huntsup also signified a morning song to a new-married woman, the day after her marriage, and is used here in that sense.