« AnteriorContinuar »
ROMEO and JULIET.
ACT I SCENE I,
Enter Sampfon and Gregory, (with fwords and bucklers} two fervants of the Capulets.
The Street, in Verona.
REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry
Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.
Greg. Ay, while
you live, draw your Neck out of
the Collar. Sam. I ftrike quickly, being mov'd. Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike.
I do not certainly know the meaning of the phrafe, but it feems rather to be to fmother anger, and to be used of a man who burns inwardly with refentment, to which he gives no vent. Sam.
Sam. A dog of the House of Montague moves me. Greg. To move, is to stir, and to be valiant, is to ftand; therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'ft away.
Sam. A dog of that House shall move me to ftand. I will take the wall of any man, or maid of Montague's.
Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakest, are ever thrust to the wall:-therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thruft his maids to the wall.
Greg. The quarrel is between our mafters, and us their men.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.
Greg. The heads of the maids?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or the maidenheads, take it in what fenfe thou wilt.
Greg. They must take it in fenfe, that feel it.
Sam. Me they fhall feel, while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flefh.
Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadit, thou hadft been Poor John, Draw thy tool, here comes of the Houfe of the Montagues.
Enter Abram and Balthafar.
Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.
Greg. How, turn thy back and run ?
Sam. Fear me not.
Greg. No, marry: I fear thee!
cruel with the maids,] The first folio reads civil with the maids,
Sam. Let us take the law of our fides, let them begin.
Greg. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they lift.
Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is a difgrace to them if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir
Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir.
Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I ferve as good
a man, as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, Sir.
3 Enter Benvolio.
Greg. Say, better. Here comes one of my master's kinfmen.
Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy fwashing blow.
Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know not what you do.
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
3 Enter Benvolio.] Much of Spear, fince we find it in that of this fcene is added fince the first the year 1599. edition; but probably by Shake
Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy fword, 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.
Enter three or four citizens with clubs.
Cit. Clubs, bills, and partifans! ftrike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues!
Enter old Capulet in his gown, and lady Capulet. Cap. What noife is this? 4 give me my long fword, ho!
La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch. Why call you for a fword?
Cap. My fword, I fay old Montague is come. And flourishes his blade in fpight of me.
Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague.
Mon. Thou villain, Capulet
let me go.
La. Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to feek a foe.
Hold, me not,
Enter Prince with attendants.
Prin. Rebellious Subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-ftained steelWill they not hear? what ho! you men, you beafts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
4 give me my long fword.] The in war, which was fometimes long word was the fword ufed wielded with both hands.
With purple fountains iffuing from your veins;
Have thrice difturb'd the Quiet of our ftreets;
La. Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach; Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began ? Ben. Here were the fervants of Our adversary, And yours, close fighting, ere did approach; I drew to part them: In the inftant came The fiery Tybalt, with his fword prepar'd, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hifs'd him in fcorn. While we were interchanging thrufts 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 am I, he was not at this fray.