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Romeo and Juliet.
PROLOGUE. Two households, both alike in dignity,
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife. — In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
The fearful passage of their death-marked love, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
And the continuance of their parents' rage, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
The which, if you with patient ears attend, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
SCENE I. — A public Place.
weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:
therefore I will push Montague's men from the Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with swords
wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. and bucklers.
Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us Sam. Gregory, o'my word, we'll not carry their men. coals.
Sam. 'T is all one; I will shew myself a tyrant: Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. with the maids; I will cut off their heads.
Gre. Ay, while you live draw your neck out of Gre. The heads of the maids ? the collar.
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.
maidenheads : take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.
Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to me.
stand: and 't is known I am a pretty piece of flesh. Gre. To move, is to stir; and to be valiant, is to Gre. 'T is well thou art not fish : if thou hadst, stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here away.
comes two of the house of the Montagues. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of
Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Montague's.
Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel; I will Gre. That shews thee a weak slave; for the back thee. weakest goes to the wall.
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ? Sam. True; and therefore women, being the Sam. Fear me not.
Gre. No, marry. — I fear theee ! . Down with the Capulets ! — down with the MonSam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them
tagues ! begin. Gre. I will frown as I pass by; and let them
Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and LADY
CAPULET. take it as they list.
Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb Cap. What noise is this? — Give me my longat them; which is a disgrace to them, if they
sword, ho! bear it.
Lady C. A crutch, a crutch! - Why call you Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ?
for a sword ? Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir.
Cap. My sword, I say ! - Old Montague is Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ?
Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE. sir ; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Mon. Thou villain, Capulet!— Hold me not; Gre. Do you quarrel, sir ?
let me go. Abr. Quarrel, sir? no, sir.
Lady M. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. good a man as you. Abr. No better.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Sam. Well, sir.
Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel, —
Will they not hear? — What, ho! you men, you Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance.
beasts, Gre. Say — better : here comes one of my mas- That quench the fire of your pernicious rage ter's kinsmen.
With purple fountains issuing from your veins ! Sam. Yes, better.
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Abr. You lie.
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground, Sam. Draw, if you be men. — Gregory, remem- And hear the sentence of your movéd Prince. — ber thy swashing blow.
[They fight. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, Ben. Part fools; put up your swords; you By thee, old Capulet and Montague, know not what you do. [Beats down their swords. Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets;
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heart-Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate : less hinds ?
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Ben. I do but keep the peace : put up thy sword, For this time, all the rest depart away:
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Have at thee, coward !
[They fight. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
[Exeunt PRINCE and Attendants; CAPULET, LADY Enter several Partisans of both houses, who join the
CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and Servants. fray: then enter Citizens, with clubs.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new 1st Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans ! strike! abroach ! beat them down!
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began ?
Ben. IIere were the servants of your adversary, Or dedicate bis beauty to the sun. And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, I drew to part them : in the instant came We would as willingly give cure as know. The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared ; Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
Enter Romeo, at a distance. He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Ben. See where he comes : so please you, step Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn :
aside; While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, Till the Prince came who parted either part. To hear true shrift. — Come, madam, let's away. Lady M. O, where is Romeo ? — saw you him [Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE. to-day?
Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Right glad am I he was not at this fray.
Rom. Is the day so young? Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshiped Ben. But new struck nine. sun
Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long. Peered forth the golden window of the east, Was that my father that went hence so fast ? A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
hours ? That westward rooteth from the city's side, Rom. Not having that which, having, makes So early walking did I see your son:
them short. Towards him I made ; but he was ’ware of me, Ben. In love? And stole into the covert of the wood :
Rom. Out I, measuring his affections by my own,
Ben. Of love? That most are busied when they are most alone, Rom. Out of her favor where I am in love. Pursued my humor, not pursuing his,
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his' view, And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
still, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: Should without eyes see pathways to his will! But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Where shall we dine? - O me! — What fray was Should in the farthest east begin to draw
here? The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all, Away from light steals home my heavy son, Here's much to do with hate, but more with love: And private in his chamber pens himself ; Why then, O brawling love ! O loving hate! Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, O anything, of nothing first create ! And makes himself an artificial night.
O heavy lightness ! serious vanity! Black and portentous must this humor prove, Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms ! Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
health! Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is ! Ben. Have you impórtuned him by any means? This love feel I, that feel no love in this. —
Mon. Both by myself and many other friends : Dost thou not laugh? But he, his own affections' counselor,
Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Is to himself — I will not say, how true —
Rom. Good heart, at what? But to himself so secret and so close,
Ben. At tlry good heart's oppression. So far from sounding and discovery,
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression. As is the bud bit with an envious worm, | Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast To call her’s, exquisite, in question more. shewn
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears : Shew me a mistress that is passing fair,
Where I may read who passed that passing fair? Farewell, my coz.
[Going. Farewell : thou canst not teach me to forget. Ben. Soft, I will go along:
Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
SCENE II. – A Street.
Enter CAPULET, Paris, and Servant. But sadly tell me who.
Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will : In penalty alike; and 't is not hard, I think, Ah, word' ill urged to one that is so ill !
For men so old as we to keep the peace. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Par. Of honorable reckoning are you both; Ben. I aimed so near when I supposed you loved. And pity 't is you lived at odds so long. Rom. A right good marksman !- And she's But now, my lord, what say you to my suit ? fair I love.
| Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. My child is yet a stranger in the world,
Rom. Well, in that you miss : she 'll not be hit She hath not seen the change of fourteen years : With Cupid's arrow : she hath Dian's wit; Let two more summers wither in their pride, And, in strong proof of chastity well armed, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. From love's weak childish bow she lives encharmed. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Cap. And too soon marred are those so early Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
• married. Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; O, she is rich in beauty : only poor,
She is the hopeful lady of my earth.
An she agree, within her scope of choice Rom. She hath; and in that sparing makes Lies my consent and fair according voice. huge waste:
This night I hold an old accustomed feast, For beauty, starved with her severity,
Whereto I have invited many a guest, Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
Such as I love: and you, among the store, She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more. To merit bliss by making me despair :
At my poor house look to behold this night
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes : Among fresh female buds shall you this night Examine other beauties.
Inherit at my house : hear all, all see, Rom. 'T is the way
| And like her most whose merit most shall be:
Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; MerMay stand in number, though in reckoning none.
cutio and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet, his Come, go with me. — Go, sirrah, trudge about
wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia ;
Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt: Lucio, and the Through fair Verona ; find those persons out
lively Helena. Whose names are written there [gives a paper], and to them say,
A fair assembly (gives back the note]. Whither My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
should they come ? [Exeunt CAPULET and Paris. Serv. Up. Serv. Find them out whose names are written Rom. Whither? here? It is written that the shoemaker should Serv. To supper; to our house. meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, Rom. Whose house? the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his Serv. My master's. nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose Rom. Indeed I should have asked you that names are here writ, and can never find what
before. names the writing person hath here writ. I must Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: my to the learned :— In good time.
master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not
of the house of Montagues, I pray you come and Enter BENVOLIO and RoMEO.
crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [Exit Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's burning,
Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; One pain is lessened by another's anguish; With all the admiréd beauties of Verona : Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; Go thither; and with unattainted eye, One desperate grief cures with another's lan- Compare her face with some that I shall shew, guish :
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye And the rank poison of the old will die.
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires!
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars !
One fairer than my love ! — the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad | Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by ; man is :
Herself poised with herself in either eye: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, But in those crystal scales, let there be weighed Whipped and tormented, and — Good e'en, good Your lady-love against some other maid fellow.
That I will shew you shining at this feast, Serv. God gi' good-e'en. I pray, sir, can you And she shall scant shew well, that now shews read ?
best. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. I Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shewn,
Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [E.ceunt.
SCENE III. – A Room in CAPULET's House.
Enter LADY CAPULET, and Nurse.
Lady C. Nurse; where 's my daughter? call Reads.
her forth to me. Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; County Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead — at tv
Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead — at twelve Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of
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