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Which but their childrens' end nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here fhall mifs, our toil fhall strive to mend.

A C T I.

SCENE

I.

The Street in Verona.

Enter Sampfon and Gregory, with fwords and bucklers, two fervants of the Capulets.

Sam.

G

REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry coals *.

Greg. No; for then we should be colliers.

Sam. I mean, an' we be in choler, we'll draw. Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.

Sam. I ftrike quickly, being mov'd.

Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike. Sam. A dog of the houfe of Montague, moves me. Greg. To move, is to fir; and to be valiant, is to ftand: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'ft away. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to ftand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave; for the weakest goes to the wall.

Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weakest, are ever thrust to the wall :—therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thruft his maids to the wall.

Greg. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.

Greg. The heads of the maids?

Sam Ay, the heads of the maids, or the maiden

heads, take it in what sense thou wilt.

Greg. They must take it in fenfe that feel it.

* A phrafe then in ufe, to fignify the bearing injuries.

Sam.

Sam. Me they fhall feel while I am able to stand; and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish: if thou hadft, thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Montagues.

Enter Abram and Balthafar.

Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

Greg. How, turn thy back, and run?

Sam. Fear me not.

Greg. No, marry; I fear thee!

Sam. Let us take the law of our fides: let them begin. Greg. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they lift.

Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is a difgrace to them if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?

Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir,

br. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. Is the law on our fide, if I fay Ay? Greg. No.

Sam. No, Sir; I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my thumb, Sir.

Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir?

Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir.

Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I ferve as good

a man as you.

Abr. No better.

Sam. Well, Sir.

Enter Benvolio.

Greg. Say, better: here comes one of my mafter's kinfmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir..

Abr. You lye.

Sam Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy fwafhing blow.

[They fight.

Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know not what you do.

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Enter Tybalt.

Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death [hinds? Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy fword, Or manage it to part these 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.

Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.

[Fight.

Off Clubs, bills, and partifans! ftrike! beat them

down!

Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues!

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

a fword?

Cap. My fword, I fay: old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in fpight of me.

Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague.

for

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

La. Mon. 1 hou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter Prince with Attendants.

Prin. Rebellious fubjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-ftained fteel

Will they not hear? what ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains iffuing from your veins;
On pain of torture, from thofe bloody hands
Throw your miftemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the fentence of your moved Prince.
Three civil broils, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice difturb'd the quiet of our streets;
And made Verona's ancient citizens

Caft by their grave, befeeming ornaments;

To

To wield old partifans, in hands as old,
Cankred with peace, to part your cankred hate;
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the reft depart away,
You Capulet fhall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this cafe,
To old free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[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 your's, clofe 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! faw you him to-day? Right glad am I he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd fun
'Pear'd through the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad:
Where underneath the grove of fycamour,
That weftward rooteth from the city-fide,
So early walking did I fee your fon.

Tow'rds him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And ftole into the covert of the wood.
1, measuring his affections by my own,
(That molt are bufied when they're moft alone),
Purfued my humour, not pursuing him;
And gladly fhunn'd, who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen With tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew; Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep fighs:

P

But all fo foon as the all-cheering fun
Should, in the fartheft eat, begin to draw
The fhady curtains from Aurora's bed;
Away from light steals home my heavy fon,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out,
And makes himself an artificial night.

Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counfel may the cause remove.

Ben. My Noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn it of him.. Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Mon. Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himfelf, I will not fay how true; But to himself so fecret and so close, So far from founding and difcovery; As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet wings to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the fun.

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

Enter Romeo.

Ben. See where he comes: fo please you step afide, I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd.

Mon. I would thou wert fo happy by thy ftay To hear true fhrift. Come, Madam, let's away.

Ben. Good morrow, coufin.
Rom. Is the day so young?

Ben. But new truck nine.

Rom. AK me, fad hours feem long!

Was that my father that went hence fo faft?

[Exeunt

Ben. It was: what fadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom Not having that, which having makes them.

fhort.

Ben. In love?

Rom. Out

Ben. Of love?

Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love:
Ben. Alas, that love fo gentle in his view,

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