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HE Alterations in the following Play are few, except in the last act; the Defign was to clear the Original as much as poffible, from the Fingle and Quibble which were always thought a great Objection to performing it.

When this Play was reviv'd two Winters ago, it was generally thought, that the fudden Change of Romeo's Love from Rofaline to Juliet was a Blemish in his Character, and therefore it is to be hop’d that an Alteration in that Particular will be excus'd; the only Merit that is claim'd from it is, that it is done with as little Injury to the Original as poffible.

Citizens of Verona, feveral men and women
relations to Capulet, Maskers, guards
and other Attendants.

The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth alt, is in Mantua; during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona.

ROMEO

ROMEO and JULIET.

ACTI. SCENE I.

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The Street in Verona.

Enter Sampfon and Gregory.

of that house.

SAMPSON.

REGORY, Ifrike quickly, being mov'd. Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to ftrike.

Sam. A dog of the house of Mountague

moves me.

Greg. Draw thy tool then, for here come

Enter Abram and Balthafar.

Sam. My naked weapon is out; Quarrel I will back thee, but 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.

Abr. Do you bite your

thumb at us, Sir?

Sam. Is the law on our fide, if I fay ay ?
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Greg

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, Sir.

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 fwashing blow.

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

Enter Tibalt.

Tib. What, art thou drawn amongst these heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy fword, Or manage it to part thefe men with me.

Tib. What drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Mountagues and thee :

Have at thee, coward..

[Fight.

Enter three or four citizens with clubs. Offi. Clube, bills, and partifans! ftrike! beat them

down.

Down with the Capulets, down with the Mountagues.
Enter old Capulet in his Gown.

Cap. What noife is this? give me my fword,
My word, I fay: old Mountague is come,
And flourishes his blade in fpite of me.

Enter old Mountague.

Moun. Thou villain, Capulet

let me go.

Hold me not,

Enter Prince, with attendants.

Prin. Rebellious fubjects, enemies to peace,

Prophaners of your neighbour-ftained fteel

Will they not hear? what ho! you men! you beasts,

That

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage,
With purple fountains iffuing from your veins ;
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mil-temper'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 Mountague,
Have thrice difturb'd the quiet of our state.
If ever you affright our ftreets 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 Mountague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure.

Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Moun.

[Exeunt Prince and Capulet.

Manent Mountague and Benvolio.

HO fet this antient quarrel new abroach?

W speak, nephew, were you by when it

began?

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

Moun. Owhere is Romeo?

Right glad am I, he was not at this fray..

Ben. My lord, an hour before the worshipp'd fun
Peep'd through the golden window of the Eaft,
A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad;
Where underneath the grove of fycamour,
That weftward rooteth from this city fide,.
So early walking did I fee your fon.

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