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ARRAM, Servant to MONTAGUT.
ESCALC3, Pince of Verona.
LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to MONTAGUE.
Citizens of VERONA ; several Men and Women, relations to both
Houses; Maskors, Guards, Watchmen, and Attend..nts.
SCENE.—During the greater part of the Play, in VERONA ; once, in the Fifth Act, at Mantua.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, Fro: 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-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could
remove, Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage, The which, if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to
Scene I.-A public Place. Enter Sampson and GREGORY, armed with swords
and bucklers. Sam. Gregory, o'my word, we 'll not carry coals. Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
Gre. Ay, while you live draw your neck out of the collar.
Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.
to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
Sam. 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 shews thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. 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 their men.
Sam. 'T is all one; I will shew myself a tyrant:
Gre. To move, is to stir; and to be valiant, is
Enter A BRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel ; I will back thee.
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ?
them begin. Gre. I will frown as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.
Sam. 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 ?
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you : I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Enter Benvolio, at a distance. Gre. Say—better: here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better.
Sam. Draw, if you be men.—Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
[They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do. [Beats down their swords.
heartless hinds ?
Ben. I do but keep the peace : put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, draw, and talk of peace? I hate
the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward !
[They fight. Enter several Partisans of both houses, who join
the fray: then enter Citizens, with clubs. 1st Cit. Clabs, bills, and partizans! strike!
beat them down ! Down with the Capulets !-down with the Mon
For this time, all the rest depart away:
Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants.
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 prepared ; Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and foughton part and part, Till the Prince came, who parted either part.. Lady M. O, where is Romeo ?—saw you him
to-day? Right glad am I he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipped
Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stainéd 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 mistempered 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 disturbed 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, Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate: If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Peered forth the golden window of the east,
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Ben. Have you impórtuned 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 trueBut to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery