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Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and

bucklers, two fervants of the Capulets.

SAMPSON,

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REGORY, on my word we'll not carry

coals.

Greg. No, for then we should be colliers,
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Sam. I ftrike quickly, being mov'd.
Greg. But thou art not quickly moy'd

to strike,
Sam. A dog of the bouse of Mountague moves me.

Greg. To move, is to ftir: and to be valiant, is to ftand: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'st away.

Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: 'I will take the wall of any man or maid of Mountague's.

Greg. That shews thee a weak Nave, for the weakest Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakeft vessels, are ever thruft to the wall: therefore I will push Mountague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Greg.

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Grog. The quarrel is between our mafters, and us their men.

Sam. 'Tis all one. I will Fhew my self a tyrang: when I have fought with the men, I will be as ciddi with the maids, and cut off their heads.

Greg. The h-ads of the maids ? , Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maijene beads, take it in whar sense thou wilt.

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

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

Greg, 'Tis well thou art nor filh; if ihou hadit, theu had it been Poor Fohn. Draw thy fool, here comes of the house

of the Atouwt agues. Enter Abram and Balthasar.

SVS Sam. My naked weapon is outs quarrel, I will back thee.

Greg. How : turn thy back and run
Sam. Fear me not.
Greg No, marry : 1 fexr 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 shem, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Abr. Do you bite your chumb at us, Sir
Sam, I do bite my thumb, Şir.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir ?
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say 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 ! nog Sir.

Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you ; I serve as good a man as you..

Abr. No better?
Sam. Well, Sir.

Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say better : bere comes one of my mafter's : kinsmen,

Sam.

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Sam. Yes, better, Şir,
Abr. You lie.
Sam. Draw, if you be mon. Gregory, remember
thy (washing blow.

(They fight. Ben. Part, tools, put up your swords, you know not what you do.

Enter Tibalt.
Tib. What, are thou drawn amongst these heartless

hinds ?
Turo thee, Benuglio, look upon thy death.

Ben. 'I do but keep the peace ; pụt up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.

Tib. Whár draw, and talk of peace ! I hate the word
As l 'hate hell, all Mountagues and spee:
Have at thee, coward.

(Fight.
Enter three or four citizens with clubs.
Offic. Clubs, bills, and partisans! Atrike ! beat them

down.
Down with the Capulets, down with the Mountagues,

Enter old Capulet in bis gawn, and lady Capulet.
Cap. What noise is this? give me my long sword, ho?
La. Cap. A cruch, a crutch why call you for a

sword?
Cap. A (ward, I say: old Mountague is come,
And Aourifdes his blade in (pighe of me,

Enter old Mountague and lady Mountague.
Moun. Thou villain, Capulet. Hold me not,
La. Menn, Thoy fhale nøt ftir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter Prince with Attendants.
Prin. Rebelligus fubje&s, enemies to peace,
Prophaners of this neighbour:ftained feel
Will they not haar what ho, you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your perpiçious rage,
With purple fountains issuing from your veins :
On pain of torture, from these bloody hands
Throw your mis-temper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil broils, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Meuntagne,

Have

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Bahan > Have thrice disturbid the quiet of our ftreets, And made Verona's antient citizens Caft by their grave beseeming ornaments; If ever you disturb our Greets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time all the rest depart away, You, Capulet, shall go along with me į And, Mountague, come you this afternoon, To ks our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment place : Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt Prince and Capulet,erri

SCE NE II.

La. Moun. Who set this.aotient quarrel nevy abroach : Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting, ere I did approach ;
* I drew to part them : In the instant came
The fiery Tibalt, with his sword prepar'd,
Wbich as he breath'd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
'Till the Prince came,

La. Moun. O where is Romeo ? :
Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.

Ben Madam, an hour before the worshipp'dlun
Peep'd through the golden window of the East,
A troubled mind drew me from company i
Where underneath the grove of sycampur,
That westward rooteth from this city side,
So early walking did I see your fon.

beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
Cankred with peace, to part your cankred hate ;
If ever you or

Tow'rds

Tow'rds him I made, but he was 'ware of me,
And ftole into the covert of the wood.
I measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they're left alone,
Pursued my humour, not pursuing his ;
And gladly shund, who gladly fled from me.

Moun. Many a morning hath he there been seen:
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew i
But all so soon as the all-chearing sun
Should, in the farthest eaft, begin to draw
The shady 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 counsel may the cause remove,

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause Moun, I neither know it, nor can learn it of him, Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means ?

Móun. Both by my self and many other friends ;; But he, his own affe&tion's counsellor, Is to himself [I will not say how true): Bit to himself ro secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery ; As is the bud bit with an envious worm). Ere he can spread his fweer leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the fun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow We would as willingly give cure, as know..

Enter Romeo, Ben. See where he comes :: so please you ftep asides, I'll know his grievance, or be much denyd.

Moun. I would thou wert so happy by thy ftay,
To bear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away. [Exes.

Beń. Good morrow, coafin.
Rom. Is the day so young ?
Ben But now ftruck nine..

Rom. Ab me,' sad hours seem long!
Was that my father that went hence so faft.

Ben

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