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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.
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.
REGORY, I frike quickly, being mov'd.
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. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my thumb, Sir.
Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir ?
Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you : I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better, Sir.
Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say better : here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
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.
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
Enter old Capulet in his Gown.
Enter old Mountague.
Hold me not,
let me go
Enter Prince, with attendants.
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage,
[Exeunt Prince and Capulet.
Manent Mountague and Benvolio. Moun. HO set this antient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it
Moun. O where is Romeo?
Ben. My lord, an hour before the worlhipp3 fun