TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet. Friar LAURENCE, a Franciscan. Friar JOHN, a Franciscan. BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo. SAMPSON, servant to Capulet. GREGORY, servant to Capulet. ABRAM, servant to Montague. An Apothecary. Three Musicians. Chorus. Boy. Page to Paris. PETER. An Officer. Lady MONTAGUE, wife to Montague. Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations of both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. SCENE. DURING THE GREATER PART OF THE PLAY, IN VERONA; ONCE (IN THE FIFTH ACT) AT MANTUA. PROLOGUE. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. SCENE 1.-A public place. ACT I. when I have fought with the men, I will be civil Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with swords with the maids, and cut off their heads. and bucklers. Sam. Gregory, o'my word, we'll not carry coals. Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I mean, if we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of 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. Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Gre. The heads of the maids? Sum. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maiden-heads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. They must take it sense, that feel it. Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. Gre. "Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues. Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run? Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace 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, Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. Abr. No better. Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance. Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better. Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do. [Beats down their swords. Enter TYBALT. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heart less hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. You, Capulet, shall go along with me, [Exeunt PRINCE and Attendants; CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, La. Mon. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him Right glad am I he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad, sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Where, underneath the grove of sycamore, Tyb. What, draw, and talk of peace? I hate the So early walking did I see your son: word, 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 a foot to seek a foe. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Enter ROMEO at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Ah me! sad hours seem long. Ben. It was: What sadness lengthens Romeo's | hours? Bom. Not having that, which, having, makes them short. Ben. In love? Rom. OutBen. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine?-O me!-What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!-- Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. At thy good heart's oppression. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. [Going. Ben. Soft, I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong, Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Ben. Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me, who. Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!— In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starv'd with her severity, She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Rom. O teach me how I should forget to think. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. "Tis the way Rom. To call hers exquisite, in question more: SCENE II.A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before: Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early Earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, And like her most, whose merit most shall be: My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned:-In good time. ROMEO AND JULIET. Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Take thou some new infection to the eye, Rom. Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, fellow. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. But I pray, can you read anything you see? Serv. Ye say honestly: Rest you merry! Serv. Up. Rom. Whither to supper? Serv. My master's. Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona: Go thither, and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! And these,-who, often drown'd, could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! Herself pois'd with herself in either eye: best. Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now by my maiden-head,- at twelve year old, I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird!- Jul. How now, who calls? What is your will? Your mother. Madam, I am here. We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back agam; I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, trow, And since that time it is eleven years: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about. For even the day before, she broke her brow: And then my husband-God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man!-took up the child: Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit Wilt thou not, Jule? and, by my holy dam, I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, The pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay: To see now, how a jest shall come about! I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he: And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said—Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Nurse. Yes, madam; yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very tneme I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only nurse, I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Are made already mothers: by my count, Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. This night you shall behold him at our feast: men. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' fove? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county stays. Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Street. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-Bearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: But, let them measure us by what they will, Being but heavy I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound. Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, To soar with his light feathers; and to boundI cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do 1 sink. Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love: Too great oppression for a tender thing. Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rougn, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.— Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a mask. A visor for a visor!-what care I, Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Mer. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this, sir reverence, love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears.-Come, we burn daylight, ho. Rom. Nay, that's not so. Mer. I mean, sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, lights, lights, by day. Take our good meaning; for our judgment sits Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. Rom. And we mean well in going to this mask But 'tis no wit to go. Mer. Rom. Well, what was yours? And so did I. That dreamers often lie Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes |