What, wilt thou wafh him from his grave with tears ? But much of grief fhews ftill fome want of wit. Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling fo the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not fo much for his death, As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him. La. Cap. That fame villain, Roneo. ful. Villain and he are many miles afunder. God pardon him! I do with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. ful. Ay, madam, from the reach of these hands: my 'Would, none but I might venge my coufin's death! La. Cap, We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua,— Where that fame banifh'd runagate doth live, "He is in blifs, ne is there caufe why you should thus la ment : "You cannot call him back with tears and shriekings fhrill; So full as appofitely in Painter's Novel, "Thinke no more upon the death of your coufin Thibault, whome do you thinke to revoke with teares, &c." STEEVENS. 9 Ay, madam, from-] Juliet's equivocations are rather too artful for a mind difturbed by the lofs of a new lover. JOHNSON. That That shall beftow on him fo fure a draught', Upon his body that hath flaughter'd him ! 2 La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find fuch a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time : What are they, I befeech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, That thou expect'ft not, nor I look'd not for. 3 Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? morn, That ball beflow on him fo fure a draught,] Thus the elder quarto, which I have followed in preference to the quartos 1599 and 1609, and the folio 1623, which read, lefs intelligibly, "Shall give him fuch an unaccustom'd dram." STEEVENS. -unaccuffom'd dram,] In vulgar language, Shall give him a dram which he is not used to. Though I have, if I mistake not, obferved, that in old books unaccustomed fignifies wonderful, powerful, efficacious. JOHNSON. Find thou, &c.] This line in the quarto 1597, is given to Juliet. STEEVENS. 3-in happy time,-] A la bonne heure. This phrase was interjected, when the hearer was not quite fowell pleased as the fpeaker. JOHNSON. The The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, And fee how he will take it at your hands, Enter Capulet, and Nurfe. Cap. When the fun fets, the air doth drizzle dew; How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? 4 Tle County Paris,-] It is remarked, that "Paris, though in one place called Earl, is most commonly tiled the Countie in "this play. Shakspeare feems to have preferred, for fome reafon "or other, the Italian Compt to our Count: perhaps he took it from the old English novel, from which he is faid to have "taken his plot."-He certainly did fo: Paris is there first stiled a young Earle, and afterwards Counte, Countee, and County; according to the unfettled orthography of the time. The word however is frequently met with in other writers; particularly in Fairfax : As when a captaine doth befiege fome hold, "To bring the place fubjected to his will; Godfrey of Bulloigne, Book vii. Stanza go. For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the fea, Thy tempeft-toffed body.-How now, wife? La. Cap. Ay, fir; but he will none, the gives you thanks : I would, the fool were married to her grave! How! will fhe none? doth the not give us thanks! Proud can I never be of what I hate ; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. is this? Proud-and, I thank you-and, I thank you not→→→ Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, Out, you green-fickness carrion! out, you baggage! 5. And yet not proud, &c.] This line is wanting in the folio, 6-Out, you baggage! STEEVENS. La. You tallow-face!] Such was the indelicacy of the age of Shakspeare, that authors were not contented only to employ these terms of abufe in their own original performances, but even felt no reluctance to introduce them in their verfions of the most chaste and elegant of the Greek or Roman Poets. Stanyhurst, the trans lator La. Cap. Fie, fie! what are you mad? ful. Good father, I befeech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to 'peak a word. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! difobedient wretch! I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, Or never after look me in the face: Speak not, reply not, do not anfwer me; My fingers itch.-Wife, we fcarce thought us bleft, But now I fee this one is one too much, Nurfe. God in heaven blefs her! You are to blame, by lord, to rate her so. Cap. And why, my lady wifdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence; finatter with your goffips, go. Cap. O, God ye good den! Nurfe. May not one fpeak? Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night, late, early, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Waking, or fleeping, ftill my care hath been lator of Virgil in 1582, makes Dido call Eneas cullion, and tar-breech, in the course of one fpeech. A gentle Hedgebrat, Nay, in the Interlude of the Repentance of Mary Magdalene, 1567, Mary Magdalen lays to one of her attendants: 7 Horrfon, 1 behrowe your heart, are you here? and having now provided A gentleman of princely parentage-- -And then to have a wretched puling fool, STEEVENS. Anfower |