Sam. Let us take the law of our fides, let them begin. Greg. I will frown as I pafs by, and let them take it as they lift. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite thumb at you, my Sir: Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I ferve as good 2 man, as you, Abr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir. 3 Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say, better. Here comes one of my mafter's kinfmen. Sam. Yes, better, Sir. Abr. Youlye. Sam, Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy fwashing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know not what you do. Enter Tybalt. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. 3 Enter Benvolio.] Much of this fcene is added fince the firft edition but probably by Shake 3 Spear, fince we find it in that of the year 1599. POPE. Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy fword, Or manage it to part thefe men with me. Tyb. What drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues and thee. Have at thee, coward. [Fight Cit. Clubs, bills, and partifans! ftrike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues! T Enter old Capulet in his gown, and lady Capulet. Cap. What noife is this give me my long fword, ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch. Why call you for a fword? Cap. My fword, I fay old Montague is come. And flourishes his blade in spight of me. Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet Hold me not, let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to feek a foe. Enter Prince with attendants. Prin. Rebellious Subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-ftained steelWill they not hear? what ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage 4 give me my long fword.] The in war, which was fometimes long ford was the fword ufed wielded with both hands. With purple fountains iffuing from your veins; Have thrice difturb'd the Quiet of our streets; Caft by their grave, befeeming, ornaments; [Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c. SCENE II. La. Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach; Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began? Ben. Here were the fervants of your adverfary, And yours, close fighting, ere I did approach; I drew to part them: In the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his fword prepar'd, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He fwung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hifs'd him in fcorn, While we were interchanging thrufts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the Prince came, who parted either Part., La. Mon. O where is Romeo! Saw you him to day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray. Ben. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Sun Tow'rds him I made; but he was 'ware of me, And gladly fhun'd, who gladly fled from me. Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn it of him. 7 Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Mon. Both by myfelf and many other friends; But he, his own affections' counsellor, 5 That most are bufted, &c.] E-6 And gladly funn'd, &c.] The dition 1597 Inftead of which it is in the other editions thus. -by my own. Which then moft fought, where mast might not be found, Being one too many by my weary Self, Purfued my bumour, &c. ForE."" ten lines following, not in edition 1597, but in the next of 1599. POPE. 7 Ben. Have you importun'd, &c.] These two speeches alfo omitted in edition 1 1597. but inferted in 1 1599. POPE. Is to himself, I will not fay, how true, Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow, Enter Romeo. Ben. See, where he comes. So please you, step afide, I'll know his grievance, or be much deny❜d. Mon. I would, thou wert fo happy by thy stay To hear true fhrift. Come, Madam, let's away. Rom. Ah me, fad hours feem long! [Exeunt. -Was that my father that went hence fo faft? Ben. It was... What fadnefs lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes then fhort. |