juftice rails upon yond fimple thief. Hark in thine ear. Change places, and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou haft feen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar. Glo. Ay, Sir, Lear. And the creature run from the cur. There thou might'ft behold the great image of authority; a dog's obey'd in office. Thou rafcal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why doft thou lafh that whore? Strip thy own back; For which thou whipp'ft her. Th' ufurer hangs the cozener. To fee the things thou doft not. Now, now, now, now! Pull off my boots. Harder, harder. So. Edg. O matter and impertinency mix'd! Reafon in madness! Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come A troop of horfe with felt; I'll put 't in proof; Enter a Gentleman, swith attendants. Gent. O, here he is, lay hand upon him.-Sir, Your most dear daughter. Lear. No refcue? What! a prifoner? I am even The natural fool of fortune. Ufe me well, You You fhall have ranfom. I am cut to th' brains. Let me have furgeons; Gent. You fhall have any thing. Lear. No feconds? all myself? Why, this would make a man, a man of falt; And laying autumn's duft. I will die bravely, Like a smug bridegroom. What! I will be jovial. You fhall get it by running. Sa, fa, fa, you get it, [Exit. Gent. A fight moft pitiful in the meanest wretch, Edg. Hail, gentle Sir. Gent. Sir, fpeed you. What's your will? Edg. Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward Gent. Moft fure, and vulgar; every one hears that, Which can distinguish found. Edg. But, by your favour, How near's the other army? Gent. Near, and on fpeedy foot. The main defcry Stands on the hourly thought. Edg. I thank you, Sir. That's all. Gent. Though that the Queen on special caufe is here, Her army is mov'd on. Edg. I thank you, Sir. [Exit Gent. Glo. You ever, gentle gods, take my breath froin me; Let not my worfer spirit tempt me again To die before you please! Edg. Well pray you, father. Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you? Edg. A molt poor man, made tame to fortune's blows, Who, by the art of knowing and feeling forrows, Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand, Glo. Hearty thanks; The bounty and the benison of heaven To boot, and boot! No. XXVII.-ROMEO AND JULIET. ROMEO. HE jefts at fears, that never felt a wound Fut, foft what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the fun! [Juliet appears above at a windows. Arife, fair fun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already fick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than fhe. j What of that? And none but fools do wear it; caft it off- ful. Ah me! Rom. She fpeaks. Oh, fpeak again, bright angel! for thou art Jul. Jul. O Romeo, Romeo-Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name: Or, if thou wilt not, be but fworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet. Rom. Shall I hear more, or fhall I fpeak at this? [Afide. Jul. "Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face-nor any other part. What's in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would fmell as fweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title. Romeo, quit thy name; And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Rom. I take thee at thy word: Call me but Love, and I'll be new baptiz'd; Jul. What inan art thou, that thus, befcreen'd in night, So ftumblelt on my counsel ? Rom. By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: Had I it written, I would tear the word. Jul. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's uttering, yet I know the found. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague? Rom. Neither, fair faint, if either thee dislike. Jul. How camft thou hither, tell me, and wherefore ? The orchard-walls are high, and hard to climb; t And the place death, confidering who thou art, If any of my kinfmen find thee here. Rom. With love's light wings did Io'er-perch these walls, For ftony limits cannot hold love out; And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy kinfmen are no stop to me. Jul. If they do fee thee, they will murder thee. Than Than twenty of their fwords; look thou but fweet, Jul. I would not for the world they faw thee here. Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Jul. By whofe direction found'ft thou out this place ? Rom. By love, that firft did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counfel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet wert thou as far As that vaft fhore, wash'd with the farthest sea, on my Jul. Thou know'ft the mask of night is face, And therefore thou may'ft think my 'haviour light; Rem. Lady, by yonder bleffed moon I vow, Rom. What fhall I fwear by ? |