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ROMEO AND JULIET.
ACT THE FIRST.
The Street, in Verona.
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY.
Sam. Gregory, I strike quickly, being moved. Greg. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Greg. Draw thy tool, then, for here come of that house.
Enter ABRAM and PETER.
Sam. My naked weapon is out: Quarrel, I wil back thee, but- -Let us take the law of our sides let them begin.
Greg. 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
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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 serve as good
a man as you.
Abr. No better, sir.
Sam. Well, sir.
Greg. Say, better: here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Abr. You lie.
Sam. Draw, if you be men.
thy swashing blow.
[They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your swords; you know
not what you do.
Tib. 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.
Tib. What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the
As I hate hell, all Montagues and thee:
Have at thee, coward.
[Within.] Down with the Capulets, down with the
Enter OLD CAPULET, in his Gown.
Cap. What noise is this? give me my sword;
My sword, I say; old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter OLD MONTAGUE.
Mont. Thou villain, Capulet-Hold me not, let
Enter the PRINCE and ATTENDANTS.
Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
[Exeunt all but MONTAGUE and BENVOLIO. Mon. O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? Right glad am I he was not at this fray.
Ben. My lord, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd through the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad: Where, underneath the grove of sycamore, That westward rooteth from the city side, So early walking did I see your son; Tow'rds him I made, but he was 'ware of me, And stole into the covert of a wood.. I, measuring his affections by my own, (That most are busied when they're most alone,) Pursued my humour, not pursuing him, And gladly shunn'd, who gladly fled from me. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew;
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
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. Ben. So please you, sir, Mercutio and myself Are most near to him;
We will attempt upon his privacy,
And, could we learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as knowledge.
Mon. "Twill bind us to you: good Benvolio, go. Ben. We'll know his grievance, or be much denied. [Exeunt.
Before CAPULET's House.
Enter CAPULET and PARIS.
Cap. And Montague is bound, as well as I,
Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both,
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Lies my consent; so woo her, gentle Paris.
Come, go with me.
A Wood, near Verona.
Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO.
Mer. See, where he steals-Told I you not, Benvolio,
That we should find this melancholy Cupid
Lock'd in some gloomy covert, under key
Threaded, like these cross boughs, in sorrow's knot?
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Rom. Is the day so young?
Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long.
Mer. Pr'ythee, what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Ben. In love, me seems!
Alas! that love, so gentle to the view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Rom. Where shall we dine?-O me!-Cousin Benvolio,
What was the fray this morning with the Capulets? Yet, tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love: