Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

BEN. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.

TYB. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word,

As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward.

[They fight.

Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the Fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs.

1 CIT. Clubs, bills,1 and partizans! strike! beat them down!

Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

Enter CAPULET, in his Gown; and Lady CAPULET.

CAP. What noise is this?-Give me my long sword, ho!

' Clubs, bills, &c.] When an affray arose in the streets, clubs was the usual exclamation. See Vol. VIII. p. 166, n. 3, and Vol. XIII. p. 35, n. 6. MALOne.

Give me my long sword,] The long sword was the sword used in war, which was sometimes wielded with both hands.

See Vol. V. p. 76, n. 3. MALONE.

JOHNSON.

This long sword is mentioned in The Coxcomb, a comedy by Beaumont and Fletcher, where the justice says:

"Take their confessions, and my long sword;

"I cannot tell what danger we may meet with." Chapman, without authority from Homer, has equipped Neptune with this weapon:

"King Neptune, with his long sword,-." Iliad XV. ! It appears that it was once the fashion to wear two swords of different sizes at the same time.

So, in Decker's Satiromastix, 1602: "Peter Salamander, tie up your great and your little sword."

LA. CAP. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a sword?

CAP. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter MONTAGUE and Lady Montague.

MON. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let

me go.

LA. MON. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Enter Prince, with Attendants.

PRIN. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-
Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you
beasts,-

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mis-temper❜d weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.―
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets;
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partizans, in hands as old,

The little sword was the weapon commonly worn, the dress sword. STEEVENS.

3

The little sword was probably nothing more than a dagger.

MALONE.

-mis-temper'd weapons-] are angry weapons. So, in

King John:

"This inundation of mis-temper'd humour," &c.

STEEVENS.

Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.⭑`
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET,

Lady CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and
Servants.

MON. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?

BEN. Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them; in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.

LA. MON. O, where is Romeo!-saw you him to-day?

Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.

BEN. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,5

*To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.] This name the poet found in the Tragicall History of Romeus and Juliet, 1562. It is there said to be the castle of the Capulets.

MALONE.

Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,] The same

thought occurs in Spenser's Fairy Queen, B. II. c. x:

A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore,
That westward rooteth from the city's side,-
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,-
That most are busied when they are most alone,—
Pursu❜d my humour, not pursuing his,

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me."

MON. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night:

"Early before the morn with cremosin ray
"The windows of bright heaven opened had,
"Through which into the world the dawning day
"Might looke," &c. STEEVENS.

Again, in Summa Totalis ; or All in All, or the same for ever, 4to. 1607:

"Now heaven's bright eye (awake by Vespers sheene) "Peepes through the purple windowes of the East." HOLT WHITE.

• That most are busied &c.] Edition 1597. Instead of which it is in the other editions thus:

-by my own,

"Which then most sought, where most might not be found,

"Being one too many by my weary self,

"Pursu❜d my humour," &c. POPE.

7 And gladly shunn'd &c.] The ten lines following, not in edition 1597, but in the next of 1599. POPE.

Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

BEN. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? MON. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. BEN. Have you impórtun'd him by any means? MON. Both by myself, and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself I will not say, how trueBut to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.9

Ben. Have you importun'd &c.] These two speeches also omitted in edition 1597, but inserted in 1599. POPE.

9 Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.] [Old copy-same.] When we come to consider, that there is some power else besides balmy air, that brings forth, and makes the tender buds spread themselves, I do not think it improbable that the poet wrote: Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Or, according to the more obsolete spelling, sunne; which brings it nearer to the traces of the corrupted text. THEOBALD.

I cannot but suspect that some lines are lost, which connected this simile more closely with the foregoing speech: these lines, if such there were, lamented the danger that Romeo will die of his melancholy, before his virtues or abilities were known to the world. JOHNSON.

I suspect no loss of connecting lines. An expression, somewhat similar occurs in Timon, Act IV. sc. ii:

"A dedicated beggar to the air."

I have, however, adopted Theobald's emendation. Mr. M. Mason observes" that there is not a single passage in our author where so great an improvement of language is obtained, by so slight a deviation from the text." STEEVENS.

Dr. Johnson's conjecture is, I think, unfounded; the simile relates solely to Romeo's concealing the cause of his melancholy, and is again used by Shakspeare in Twelfth Night: