Enter ABRAM and BELTHASAR. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run? 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. Sum. 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? Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. as good a man as you. Abr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir. Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance. [Exeunt PRINCE, and Attendants; CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, CITIZENS, and Servants. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, Sir. Abr. You lie. 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 Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: I [They fight. Enter CAPULET, in his Gown; and LADY Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my long La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a sword? Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is And flourishes his blade in spite of me. [come, Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the etreets, as we now call Watch! Ben. Here were the servants of your adver- I drew to part them; in the instant caine to-day? Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's cause? Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? But he, his own affections' counsellor, Enter ROMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. 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, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young? Ben. But new struck nine. Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Ben. It was:-What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which having, makes them short. Ben. In love? Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine?-O me!-What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. love: Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!- Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. [Going. Ben. Soft, I will go along; And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love. *In seriousness Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Ben. Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me, who. Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!- Rom. A right good marksman!-And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. harm'd. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; be hit And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unNor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O, she is rich in beauty; only poor, [store. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes For beauty, starv'd with her severity, Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; To call hers, exquisite, in question more: Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. SCENE II-A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace. Pur. Of honourable reckoningt are you both; My child is yet a stranger in the world, Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: *I. c. What end does it answer? † Account, estimation, Come, go with me;-Go, Sirrah, trudge about 879 Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whose names are writ-One fairer than my love! th' all-seeing sun ten here? It is written-that the shoemaker Ne'er saw her match, since first the world beshould meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and gun. the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned: In good time. Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else be- Your lady's love against some other maid Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Lu. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead,―at twelve year old,[bird!bade her come.-What, lamb! what, ladyGod forbid!-where's this girl?-what, Juliet! Enter JULIET. Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-I man is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd, and tormented, and -Good-e'en, good fellow. Serv. God gi' good e'en.-I pray, Sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: But I pray, can you read any thing you see? Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry! [Reads. Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daugh. ters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare is to possess. + Estimation. La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be four teen. Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls!— Of all the days of the year, upon that day: To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,t She could have run and waddled all about. And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay. Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay: to his grace!) Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd: La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only [teat. I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now; nurse, younger than you. Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. I. e. I have a perfect remembrance or recollection. + The cross. Holy dame, i. e. the blessed virgin. it stopped crying. Favour. Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax." La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gentleman? This night you shall behold him at our feast: And see how one another lends content; Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by men. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity:§ We'll have no Cupid hood-wink d with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;|| Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: We'll measure them a measure,¶ and be gore. But, let them measure us by what they will. Rom. Give me a torch,**-1 am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead, Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. + The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin. 1. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to band him. 1. c. Long speeches are out of fashion. A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows. ¶ A dance. **A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every troop of maskers Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's | O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on wings, And soar with them above a common bound. Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden Too great oppression for a tender thing. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough Tickle the senseless rushest with their heels; If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. Mer. I mean. Sir, in delay We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Mer. Why, may one ask? Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Rom. Well, what was yours? [mask; Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true. Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; Observe. It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes. This is equivalent to phrases in common use.—I am done for, it is over with me. Atoms. fees: Q'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; are. Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, Making them women of good carriage. Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Mer. True, I talk of dreams; wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, [Exeun.. SCENE V.-A Hall in CAPULET'S House. 1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps no to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. 1 Serv. Away with the joint-stools, removo the court-cupboard, look to the plate:-gooc thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, a.. thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susar. Grindstone, and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan. 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. 1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber. 2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.' [They retire behind. |