The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-06-18


The value of the present work is consequently
great.
To see in a striking way the difference
between Shakespeare's treatment and that of
his Spanish rival the reader should COM
pare the garden scene in C1steJoines q Non
teses with the balcony-scene in Romeo and
Juliet.
"He iests at that never felt wound"
cries Romeo" In the Spanish play ''Roselo'
approaches the bench on which "Julia" is
seated, and takes his place beside her; as the
stage direction says:-" 'Roselo sits on one
side of Julia, 'Otavio' on the other On
which the lady and her two lovers enter upon
somewhat awkward conversation. "Otavo'
answers to the fiery ''Tybalt' of the English
poet; and he is not only represented as
'Julia's" cousin, but as her lover. He is a
morose and discontented fellow, and wishes
''Roselo" were in any other place than his
mistresss garden. The young ladys wit is
equal to the occasion-equal, that is, to the
Spanish occasion. In the midst of the dia-
logue the following stage direction occurs:-
" Julia gives her hand to 'Roselo, but turns
her face to 'Otavio'- 'Roselo' understanding
that her conversation is addressed to him
Then comes the following dialogue
RosELo. Oh! sweet, soft hand, to clasp so
close in mine.
JULIA. hope TO please thee, gentle coz
And yet fear my bodness doth do more
Than much Outstep all maiden modesty.
] can show thee no greater favor than
To say thou hast my most enduring love.
Ros He who is primed to drink toast
To love, needs little invitation to the deed.
JUL He who doth turn shoulder to the foe
SuTrenders at discretion.
OTAvIO. Yet when thou turnedst from me
And left mine enemy to gaze upon thy face,
Thnk'st thou twas strange to doubt?
Jul. And so 1 show my hate and doubt,
By leaving all for thee.
OTAv. Sweet lady Julia, now no longer
j complain nor doubt.
Ros. Dare | give credence to mine ear
That these sweet words are all for me?
Jul. Lack | not some courtesy, good COZ?
And yet see no help fort.
OTAv. Nay, Julia, thou would'st never err
Though placed by Love in greatest strait
JUL. And thanks you owe so much to me,
And yet thou think st so little due to be.
OTAv. Julia, wouldst thou drive me mad
ROs She fayors me beyond compare.
Jul. Did opportunity permit, you'd see
How bold and saucy would be.
OTAv. Good Fortune smiles upon my hopes.
ROs. Her words fall on my ravished ear
As murmuring waters flowing near
OTAv. Thus Joy doth follow small mishap.
ROs. She speaks to me alone, while yonder
fool
Doth think each whispered words for him.
Jul. Oh never in these sweet sunny hours
of life
Knew so much to charm me.
OTAv. Sweet love consumes me
With his thousand fires.
Ros. Each honyed word her lip distils
Creeps in mine ear as most melodious music
thrills.
Jul. Think We not, sirs, such free and open
speech
Doth SAVIOR of some license?
OTAv. Love like ours, sweet coz doth know
Full liberty of word and thought.
Ros. Deem me not rashly bold nor rude;
But as saw and madlv loved so thou
nnGth hnnl hn md nj aI,n Il r1S
Jul. To see thee was to love. | blush,
For art thou not so handsome, bold,
SO young and gallant too?
OTAv. Having thy love, breathe, sweet coz,
The air with angels.
JUL. I'll say thou art mirror, where
Though / am far distant from the sum-
His glorious rays shall fall on thee,
And by reflection glance on me;
And so thy light and heat remain part of NINE
Ros. The suns great brightness burns apace
Because feel him at the full
And yet undaZZled still see my sun of love;
No shadows now fear from clouds above.
Jul. question, who doth love me best?
OTAv. /!
ROs. l
JUL. Whose then am ! (?
OTAv. Mine
Ros. Nine
JUL. Wilt thou be mine only?
OThv. Yes
Ros. Yes!
JUL. And wilt ne'er forswear me!
OTAv. No!
Ros. No!
JUL. Carest thou to see me Oft?
OTAv. When can | see thee
Ros When can ! see thee?
JUL. Later then tbs better.
OTAv. Better
Ros. Better
Jul. Say then who shall guide thee?
OTAv. Love!
Ros. Love
Jul. Wilt come alone
OTAv. will
Ros. will!
JUL. Shall wait for thee?
OTAv. Wait!
Ros. Wait
Jul. May / come assured?
OTAY. Assured
ROs. Assured
Jul. Where
OTAV, The orchard
Ros. The orchard
Jul. Be silent, Love.
OTAv. As death.
RoS. As death.
OTAv. Methought that echo, with her twice.
told voice,
Did WHISPERED answer give to every utter'd
word.
Jul. Twas naught but roaming fancys flight
OF zephyrs whispering to the starry night.
Kos. to Jul. Not one single word mista'e
OTAv. Thy rashness, sweet, aggrieves me not
Thy misgivings cause me no surprises;
Echo I'd have repeat the voice love,
Ever in whispers to the crowd unheard.
Jul. If the whispers be not thine,
Whose then their echo? The words
Thou heard'st perchance were mine.
OTAv. Sweet Julia, I'd have our lives to be
Naught but the echo of thy love for me.
ANTONIO. Time draws on apace,
Already it is growing late.
Jul. aside (gtUiTlg q ring TO RoS.) Keep this!
OTAv. Keep this! keep what?
KOS. (dstde TO JULY. Oh, this indeed is bliss
Wlat DO l not owe thee, sweetest maid