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THE

HE Alterations in the following Play

are few, except in the last act ; the Design was to clear the Original as much as possible, from the Jingle and Quibble which were always thought a great Oba jection to performing it,

When this Play was reviv'd two Wina ters ago, it was generally thought, that the sudden Change of Romeo's Love from Rosaline 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 posible.

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ROMEO, Escalus, Paris, Mountague, Capulet, Mercutio, Benvolio, Tibalt, Old Capulet, Friar Lawrence, Friar John, Balthafar, Gregory, Sampson, Abram,

Mr. Garrick. Mr. Winstonk. Mr. Lee. Mr. Burton. Mr. Berry. Mr. Woodward. Mr. Mozein. Mr. Blakes. Mr. Wright. Mr. Havard. Mr. Paddick. Mr. Ackman. Mr.W.Vaughani Mr. James. Mr. Marr.

TULIET, Lady Capulet, Nurse,

Miss Bellamy, Mrs. Bennet. Mrs. J ames.

Citizens of Verona, several men and women relations to Capulet, Maskers, guards

and other Attendants.

The SCENE, in the beginning of the fiftb akt, is in Mantua ; during all the rest of

the Play, in and near Verona.

ROMEO

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REGORY, I frike 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 of that house.

Enter Abram and Balthasar. Sam. My naked weapon is out; Quarrel I will 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 lift.

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 bite your thumb at us, Sir ?
Sam. I do bitę my thumb, Sir.
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 : 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.

Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say better : here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

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 swords, 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 sword, Or manage

it to part these 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. Clubs, bills, and partisans ! ftrike ! beat them

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

Enter old Capulet in his Gown.
Cap. What noise is this? give me my fword,
My lword, I say : old Mountague is comie,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter old Mountague.
Moun. Thou villain, Capulet

Hold me not,

let me go

Enter Prince, with attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Prophaners of your neighbour-stained steel-
Will they not hear? what ho! you men ! you beasts,

That

That quench the fire of your pernicious rage,
With purple fountains issuing from your veins ;.
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mil-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 Mountague,
Have thrice disturbid the quiet of our state.
If ever you affright our streets 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 ;
And Mountague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleafure.
Once more; on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt Prince and Capulet.

SCENE IT.

Manent Mountague and Benvolio. Moun. HO set this antient quarrel new 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 prepared,
Which 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.

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

Ben. My lord, an hour before the worlhipp3 fun
Peep'd through the golden window of the East,
A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad ;
Where underneath the grove of sycamour,
That westward rootech from this city fides,
So early walking did I see your lon.

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