Enter an Officer. Off. Edmund is dead, my lord. That's but a trifle here. You lords and noble friends, know our intent. To him our absolute power:-you to your rights; [To EDGAR and KENT. With boot, and such addition as your honours The cup of their deservings.-O, see, see! Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no, life! And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Pray you, undo this button:-thank you, sir.- Edg. [He dies. He faints!-My lord, my lord!Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break! Edg. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer. Edg. He is gone indeed. Alb. Bear them from hence. -Our present business [To KENT and EDGAR. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain. My master calls me,-I must not say no. Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much nor live so long. [Exeunt, with a dead march. ESCALUS, Prince of Verona. PARIS, a Young Nobleman, Kinsman to the Prince. MONTAGUE, Heads of two Houses at variance with each CAPULET, other. An Old Man, Uncle to CAPULET. ROMEO, Son to MONTAGUE. MERCUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to ROMEO. FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan. SAMPSON, Servants to CAPULET. GREGORY, PETER, Servant to JULIET's Nurse. Three Musicians. Chorus. Page to PARIS; another Page. An Officer. LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague. Nurse to JULIET. Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both Houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. SCENE,-During the greater part of the Play in VERONA ; once, in the Fifth Act, at MANTUA, ROMEO AND JULIET. PROLOGUE. Two households, both alike in dignity, A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Do with their death bury their parents' strife. ACT I. SCENE I.-A public Place. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with swords Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler we'll draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. |