'Ib.' sc. 4.
'Rom.' Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you? &c.—
Compare again, Romeo's half-exerted, and half real, ease of mind with his first manner when in love with Rosaline! His will had come to the clenching point.
'Ib.' sc. 6.
'Rom.' Do thou but close our hands with holy words,
Then love-devouring death do what he dare,
It is enough I may but call her mine.
The precipitancy, which is the character of the play, is well marked in this short scene of waiting for Juliet's arrival.
Act iii. sc. 1.
'Mer.' No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door;
but 'tis enough: 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall
find me a grave man, &c.
How fine an effect the wit and raillery habitual to Mercutio, even struggling with his pain, give to Romeo's following speech, and at the same time so completely justifying his passionate revenge on Tybalt!
'Ib.' Benvolio's speech: