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ROMEO AND JULIET.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge, break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured, piteous overthrows
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
SCENE I. A public Place. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with swords and
bucklers. Sampson. 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.
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Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
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
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 maiden-heads; 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 'tis 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 ABRAM and BALTHAZAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run? Sam. Fear me not. Gre. No, marry; I fear thee! 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 your thumb at us, 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
Abr. No better.
Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance.
Sam. Draw, if you be men.— 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 word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward.
[They fight. Enter several partisans of both houses, who join the fray;
then enter Citizens, with clubs. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets ! down with the Montagues !
Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and LADY CAPULET, Cap. What noise is this ?- Give me my long-sword, ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch !—Why call you for a sword ?
Cap. My sword, I say !- Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.
Enter Prince, with Attendants.
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.-
TYBALT, Citizens, and Servants.
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
La. Mon. 0, where is Romeo ?- saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs.
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends ;
Enter Romeo, at a distance.
Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.- Come, madam, let's away.
[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. Ben. Good morrow,
Is the day so young ?
Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Ben. It was.—What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours ?
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will ! Where shall we dine?-0 me!--What fray was here?