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Scalus, Prince of Verona.
Paris, a young Nobleman in Love with Juliety and Kinsman to the Prince. Mountague, 1 Two Lords of antient Families, Ene
mies to each other.
Gregory, } Servants to Capulet.
Citizens of Verona, feveral Men and Women Re
lations to Capulet, Maskers, Guards, and other Attendants,
The SCENE, in the beginning of the Fifth Act,
is in Mantua ; during all the rest of the Play,
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers.
Greg. No, for then we should be Colliers.
Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your Neck
Sam. I strike quickly, being movid.
Greg. To move, is to stir; and to be valiant, is to stand :
Sam. A Dog of that House shall move me to stand :
Greg. That Thews thee weak, Slave, for the weakest goes
Sam. True, and therefore Women, being the weakest Vessels, are ever thrust to the Wall : therefore I will pulla Mountague's Men from the Wall, and thrust his Maids to the Wall.
Greg. The Quarrel is between our Masters, and us their Men.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew my self a Tyrant: when I have fought with the Men, I will be civil with the Maids, and cut off their Heads.
Greg. The Heads of the Maids?
Sam. Ay, the Heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads, Take it in what sense thou wilt.
Greg. They must take it in sense that feel it.
Sam. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: And 'tis known I am a pretty piece of Flesh.
Greg. 'Tis well thou are not Fish : if thou hadst, thou hadft been Poor John. Draw thy Tool, here comes of the House of the Mountagues.
Enter Abram and Balthasar.
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 disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Abr. Do you bite your Thumb at us, Sir?
bite your Thumb at us, Sir? Sam. Is the Law on our side, if I say ay? Greg. No.
Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my Thumb at you, Sir: bue
Greg. Do you quarrel, şir?
Man as you.
i Abr. No better? Sam. Well, Şir.
Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say better : htre comes one of my Master's Kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better. Abr. You Lie.
Sam. Draw, if you be Men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
[They fight. Ben. Part, Fools, put up your Swords, you know not what you do.
Enter Tybalt. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartlefs Hinds? 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 draw, and talk of Peace? I hate the word As I hate Hell, all Mountagues and thee : Have at thee, Coward.
[Fight. Enter three or four Citizens with Clubs, Offic. Clubs, Bills, and Partisans! strike! beat them down, Down with the Capulets, down with the Mountagues.
Enter old 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. A Sword, I say : Old Mountague is comé, And Alpurishes his Blade in spight of me.
Enter old Mountague and Lady Mountague. Moun. Thou Villain, Capulet-Hold me not, let me go.
Enter Prince with Attendants.
To wield old Partisans, in Hands as old,
[Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c. La. Moun. Who set this ancient Quarrel new abroach? Speak, Nephew, were you by when it began?
Beń. Here were the Servants of your Adversary,
La. Moun. O where is Romeo, saw you him to Day?
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Sun
Moun. Many a Morning hath he there been scen