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Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry their men. coals.

Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.
Sum. I mean, an we be in choler, we 'll draw.
Gre. Ay, while you live draw your neck out of
the collar.

me.

Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.

Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves

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.

Sam. "T is all one; I will shew myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

Gre. The heads of the maids?

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads: take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.

Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand and 't is known Lam a pretty piece of flesh.

Gre. 'T is well thou art not fish: if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues.

Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR.

Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel; I will

Gre. That shews thee a weak slave; for the back thee. weakest goes to the wall.

Sam. True; and therefore women, being the

Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
Sam. Fear me not.

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Gre. No, marry. -I fear theee! Sum. 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?

Down with the Capulets!-down with the Mon-
tagues!

Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and LADY
CAPULET.

Cap. What noise is this? Give me my long-
sword, ho!

Lady C. A crutch, a crutch!- Why call you for a sword?

Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is

come,

Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say "Ay?" And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Gre. No.

Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you,

sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.

Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?

Abr. Quarrel, sir? no, sir.

Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as

good a man as you.

Abr. No better.

Sam. Well, sir.

Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance.

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.

Mon. Thou villain, Capulet! - Hold me not t; let me go.

Lady M. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants.

Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel,-
Will they not hear?- What, ho! you men, you
beasts,

Gre. Say-better: here comes one of my mas- That quench the fire of your pernicious rage ter's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better.
Abr. You lie.

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.

With purple fountains issuing from your veins!
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your movéd Prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet and Montague,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets;
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heart- Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate:

less hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.

If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;

Tyb. What, draw, and talk of peace? I hate And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

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Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
I drew to part them in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared;
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came who parted either part.

Lady M. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him
to-day?

Right glad am I he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshiped

sun

Peered forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they are most alone,
Pursued my humor, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portentous must this humor prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Ben. Have you impórtuned him by any means?
Mon. Both by myself and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counselor,
Is to himself I will not say, how true-
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,

Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know.

Enter ROMEO, at a distance.

Ben. See where he comes: so please you, step aside;

I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. - Come, madam, let's away. [Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE. Ben. Good morrow, cousin.

Rom. Is the day so young?

Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom.

Ah me! sad hours seem long.

Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's

hours?

Rom. Not having that which, having, makes them short.

Ben. In love?
Rom. Out-
Ben. Of love?

Rom. Out of her favor 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,
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O anything, of nothing first create!

O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick
health!

Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?

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With more of thine: this love that thou hast To call her's, exquisite, in question more.

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For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: In penalty alike; and 't is not hard, I think, Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Ben. I aimed so near when I supposed you loved. Rom. A right good marksman!— And she's fair I love.

:

Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Rom. Well, in that you miss she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow she hath Dian's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well armed,
From love's weak childish bow she lives encharmed.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
O, she is rich in beauty: only poor,

That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store!
Ben. Then she hath sworn that she will still
live chaste?

Par. Of honorable reckoning are you both;
And pity 't is you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:
My child is yet a stranger in the world,
She hath not seen the change of fourteen years:
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Cap. And too soon marred are those so early
married.

The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she;
She is the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;
My will to her consent is but a part:
An she agree, within her scope of choice

Rom. She hath; and in that sparing makes Lies my consent and fair according voice.

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This night I hold an old accustomed feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love and you, among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light.
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-appareled April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house: hear all, all see,

And like her most whose merit most shall be:

Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one,
May stand in number, though in reckoning none.
Come, go with me. — Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona ; find those persons out
Whose names are written there [gives a paper],
and to them say,

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 here writ, and can never find what
names the writing person hath here writ. I must
to the learned: - In good time.

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO.

Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessened by another's anguish ;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's lan-
guish :

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that.
Ben. For what, I pray thee?

Rom.

For your broken shin.

Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad?

Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is:

Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt: Lucio, and the lively Helena.

A fair assembly [gives back the note]. Whither should they come?

Serv. Up.

Rom. Whither?

Serv. To supper; to our house.
Rom. Whose house?
Serv. My master's.

Rom. Indeed I should have asked you that
before.

Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: my
master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not
of the house of Montagues, I pray you 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 admiréd beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall shew,
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 drowned, could never die—
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! - the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.

Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by ;
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in those crystal scales, let there be weighed.

Whipped and tormented, and — Good e'en, good Your lady-love against some other maid

fellow.

That I will shew you shining at this feast,

Serv. God gi' good-e'en. I pray, sir, can you And she shall scant shew well, that now shews

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