Aron. O why should wrath be mute, & Fury dumbe? I am no Baby I, that with base Prayers I should repent the Evils I have done. I do repent it from my very Soule. Lucius. Some loving Friends convey the Emp. hence, Be closed in our Housholds Monument: No Funerall Rite, nor man in mournfull Weeds: But throw her foorth to Beasts and Birds of prey: From whom, our heavy happes had their beginning: Exeunt omnes. FINIS. THE TRAGEDIE OF ROMEO and JULIET. Actus Primus. Scœna Prima. Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers, of the House of Capulet. Sampson. Regory: A my word wee❜l not carry coales. Greg. No, for then we should be Colliars. Samp. I mean, if we be in choller, wee'l draw. Greg. I, While you live, draw your necke out o'th Collar. Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike. Samp. A dog of the house of Mountague, moves me. Greg. To move, is to stir and to be valiant, is to stand: Therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runst away. Samp. A dogge of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues. Greg. That shewes thee a weake slave, for the weakest goes to the wall. Samp. True, and therefore women being the weaker Vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Mountagues men from the wall, and thrust his Maides to the wall. Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Masters, and us their men. Samp. "Tis all one, I will shew my selfe a tyrant: when I |