Obe. And this ditty, after me, 270 Will we sing, and bless this place. [Song and dance. Through this house each fairy stray, And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace; Trip away; make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. 280 [Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and train. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. Gre. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. Sam. Nay, as they dàre. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Abr. Do you bite your thumb àt ùs, sir? Sam. [Aside to Gre.] Is the law of our side, if I say ay? Gre. No. 10 Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb àt yòu, sir, but—1 bite my thumb, sir. you. Gre. 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 Abr. No better. Sam. Well, sir. 20 Gre. Say 'better' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? 30 Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. 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 of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. First Cit. Down with the Capulets! Down with the Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. 40 [Exeunt all but Benvolio. Is the day so young? Ay me! sad hours seem long. Ben. But new struck nine. Rom. Rom. Not having that, which having, makes them short. Ben. In love? 50 89 [Exeunt. Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Rom. "Tis the way To call hers exquisite, in question more. Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? : Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. A street. Enter CAPULET, Paris, and Servant. Cap. But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, For men so old as we to keep the peace. Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit ? Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : My child is yet a stranger in the world; She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; 70 Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. 80 But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Come, go with me. [To Serv., giving a paper.] Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out 90 [Exeunt Capulet and Paris. Serv. Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last; 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. Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. Ben. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that. Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad ? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is; Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented, and God-den, good fellow. 100 Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. A fair assembly: whither should they come ?, Serv. Up. Rom. Whither ? Serv. To supper; to our house. Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. 110 [Reads. 119 Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry' [Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt. 130 |