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

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

[They fight. Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the

fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs. i Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans ! strike! beat them

down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! Enter 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 spite of me.

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 a foe.

Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,Will they not hear?—what ho! you men, you

beasts, 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 mis-temper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.-
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets ;
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb 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, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; Capulet, Lady

Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants,
Mon. Who set this ancient 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 Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:

VOL. XII).

While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the prince came, who parted either part.

La. Mon. O, where is Romeo!--saw you him to

day?

Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore, That westward rošteth from the city's side, – So early walking did I see your son : Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own,That most are busied when they are most alone, Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the furthest east begin to draw The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son, And private in his chamber pens himself; Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Ben. Have you impórtun'd him by any means ?

Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself-I will not say, how true-
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure, as know.

Enter Romeo, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step

aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd.

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?-0 me!- What fray was

here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :-
*Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!-
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
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 prest
With more of thiné : this love, that thou hast shown,
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;