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ROMEO AND JULIET.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. ESOALUS, Prince of Verona. PARIS, a young_ Nobleman, Kinsman to the Prince. MONTAGUE, 1 Heads of two Houses at variance with each CAPULET, other. Uncle to Capulet. ROMEO, Son to Montague. MEROUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo. BENVOLIO, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to Romeo. TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet. FRIAR LAURENCE, a Franciscan. FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order. BALTHASAR, Servant to Romeo.

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GREGORY, } Servants to Capulet.

PETER, Servant to Juliet's nurse.
ABRAHAM, Servant to Montague.
An Apothecary.
Three Musicians.
Page to Paris ; another Page ; an Oficer.
LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague.
LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet.
JULIET, Daughter to Capulet.
Nurse to Juliet.

Citizens of Verona; Kinsfolk of both Houses ; Maskers,

Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.

Chorus.

SCENE. During the greater Part of the Play

in Verona: once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua.

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PROLOGUE.

Enter CHORUS. Two households, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers talce their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

[Exit.
ACT I.
SCENE I. Verona. A public Place.
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, arred with swords

and bucklers.
Samp. Gregory, omy word, we'll not carry

coals. Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Samp. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar.

Samp. I strike quickly, being moved.

me.

their men.

Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
Samp. A dog of the house of Montague moves

Gre. To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand ; therefore, if thou art moved, thou runnest away.

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

Gre. That shows thee a weak slave ; for the weakest goes to the wall.

Samp. 'Tis 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.

Gre. The quarrel is between our masters and us Samp. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids ; I will cut off their heads.

Gre. The heads of the maids ?

Samp. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maiden-heads ; take it in what sense thou wilt.

Gre. They must take it in sense that feel it.

Samp. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand ; and 't is known I am a pretty piece of fleshi

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

Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR. Samp. My naked weapon is out: quarrel ; I will back thee.

Gre, How ! turn thy back and run?
Samp. Fear me not.
Gre. No, marry; I fear thee !

Samp. 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.

Samp. 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? Samp. I do bite my thumb, sir.

Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ? : Samp. [Aside to GREGORY.] Is. the law of our side if I say ay ?

Gre. No.

Samp. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir ; but I bite my thumb, sir.

Gre. Do you quarrel, sir ?
Abr. Quarrel,

sir ! no, sir. Samp. If you do, sir, I am for you : I serve as good a man as you.

Abr. No better.
Samp. Well, sir.

Enter BENVOLIO. Gre. [Aside to SAMPSON.] Say "better': here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Samp. Yes, better, sir.
Abr. You lie.

Samp. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

[They fight. Ben. Part, fools!

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