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Dramatis Personse.

MEN.

ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.

PARIS, Kinsman to the Prince.

MONTAGUE, Heads of two Houses at variance with each

CAPULET, S other.

ROMEO, Son to Montague.

MERCUTIO,

BENVOLIO,

Friends of Romeo.

TYBALT, Kinsman to Capulet.
An old Man, his Cousin.

Friar LAWRENCE, a Franciscan,
Friar JoHN, of the same order.
BALTHASAR, Servant to Romeo.

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Lady MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague.
Lady CAPULET, Wife to Capulet.

JULIET, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo.
Nurse to Juliet.

CHORUS, Boy, Page to Paris, an Officer, an Apothecary. Citizens of Verana, several Men and Women, relations to both Houses; Maskers, Guards, Watch and other Attendants.

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The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth act, is in Mantua; during all the rest of the play, at Verona,

ROMEO and JULIET.

ACT 1. SCENE 1.

A Street. Enter SAMPSON, and GREGORY, twe Servants of CAPULET.

Sampson.

GREGORY, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.

Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.

Sam. I strike quickly, being mov'd.

Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves

me.

Greg. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, is to stand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'st away.

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

Greg.

Greg. That shews thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.

Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:-therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

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Greg. The quarrel is between our masters, and us

their men.

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will shew myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

Greg. The heads of the maids?

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

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

Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand:

and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.

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Greg. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of the Montagues.

Enter ABRAM, and BALTHASAR.

Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will

back thee.

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Greg. How? turn thy back, and run?

Sam. Fear me not.

Greg. No, marry; I fear thee!

Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them

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Greg. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take

it as they list.

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 bite 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.

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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.

Sam. Well, sir.

Enter BENVOLIO.

Greg. Say better; here comes one of my master's

kinsmen.

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Sam. Yes, better, sir.

Abr. You lye.

Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember

thy swashing blow.

Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords;

You know not what you do.

Enter TYBALT.

[They fight.

Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless

hinds?

B

Turn

Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Or

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

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Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace; I hate the

word,

As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee;
Have at thee, coward.

Enter three or four Citizens, with Clubs.

Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat them down!

Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues !

Enter Old CAPULET, in his Gown; and Lady CAPULET. Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my long sword, ho!

La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a sword?

Cap. My sword, I say!-old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spight of me.

Enter old MONTAGUE, and Lady MONTAGUE.

Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,

me go.

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-Hold me not, let

La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Enter Prince, with Attendants.

Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

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