MEN. ESCALUS, Prince of Verona. MONTAGUE, Heads of tworHoufes, at variance with each other. CAPULET, } ROMEO, Son to Montague. BENVOLIO, Friends of Romeo. Friar LAWRENCE, a Francifcan. GREGORY, Servants to Capulet. ABRAM, Servant to Montague. Three Muficians. PETER. WOMEN. Lady MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague. JULIET, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo. CHORUS, Boy, Page to Paris, an Officer, an Apo thecary. Citizens of Verona, feveral Men and Women, relations to both Houfes; Mafkers, Guards, Watch, and other Attendants. The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth ad, is in Man tuq; during all the refl of the play, at Verona. ACT I. SCENE I. Aftreet. Enter SAMPSON, and GREGORY, Iwo Servants of G CAPULET. Sampfon. REGORY, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. Greg. No, for then we fhould 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 ftrike quickly, being mov'd. Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike. Sam. A dog of the houfe of Montague moves me. Greg. To move, is-to ftir; and to be valiant, is-to ftand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'ft away. Sam. A dog of that house fhall move me to ftand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker veffels, are ever thrust to the wall:-therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thruft his maids to the wall. Greg. The quarrel is between our mafters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew myself a tyrant: A 2 when 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 fenfe thou wilt. Greg. They must take it in fenfe, that feel it. Sam. Me they fhall feel, while I am able to stand: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh. Greg. 'Tis well, thou art not fifh; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the houfe of the Montagues. Enter ABRAM, and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Greg. How? turn thy back, and run ? Greg. No, marry; I fear thee! Sam. Let us take the law of our fides; let them begin. Greg. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they lift. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a difgrace to them if they bear it. Abr. Do bite you thumb at us, fir? your Sam. I do bite my thumb, fir. Abr. Do bite your thumb at us, fir? Sam. Is the law on our fide, if I fay—ay ? Greg. No. Sam. No, fir, I do not bite my but I bite my thumb, fir. Greg. Do you quarrel, fir? Abr. Quarrel, fir? no, fir. thumb at you, fir Sam. If you do, fir, I am for you; I ferve as good a man as you. Abr. |