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Romeo and Juliet.
FROM THE TEXT OF
MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION.
Escalus, Prince of Verona.
servants to Capulet.
Lady Montague, Wife to Montague.
Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to
both Houscs; 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.
ACT I. SCENE I.
A PUBLICK PLACE.
Enter Sampson and Gregory, armed with swords and
bucklers. Sam. Gregory, o’my word, we'll not carry coals. Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I mean, an 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. To move, is—to stir; and to be valiant, is -to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'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: 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, ʼtis 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 two of the house of the Montagues.
Enter Abr'am and Balthasar. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
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.
Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
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, sir.
:-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 heartless
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. Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the