Puslapio vaizdai

The fearful pasage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their Parents' rage,
| Which but their children's End nought could remove,

Is now the two bours traffick of our Stage :
The which if you' with patient ears attend,
What bere shall miss, our Toil shall strive to mend.

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ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
Paris, a young Nobleman in love with Juliet, and kinsman

to the Prince. Montague, 3 Two Lords of antient families, Enemies to

Capulet, each other.
Romeo, Son to Montague.
Mercútio, Kinsman to ibe. Prince, and friend to Romeo.
Benvolio, Kinsman and friend to Romeo.
Tybalt, Kinsman to Capulet.
Friar Lawrence.
Friar John.
Balthasar, Servant to Romeo.
Page to Paris.
Sampson, 3 Servants to Capulet.
Gregory, s
Abram, Servant to Montague.
Simon Catling,
Hugh Rebeck,

3 Musicians.
Samuel Soundboard,
Peter, Servant to the Nurse.

Lady Montague, Wife to Montague.
Lady Capulet, Wife to Capulet.
Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo.
Nurse to Juliet.


Citizens of Verona, several men and women relations to Ca

pulet, Maskers, Guards, Watch, and other Attendants.

The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth act,

is in Mantua; during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona.


ACT 1.

SCE N E, The Street, in Verona.

Enter Sampson and Gregory, (with fwords and bucklers,)

two fervants of the Capulets.


REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry


Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.
Sam. I mean, an we be in Choler, we'll

draw. Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your Neck out of the

Sam. I strike quickly, being mov'd.
Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike.
Sam. A dog of the House of Montague moves me.

Greg. To move, is to stir ; and to be valiant, is to stand: therefore, if thou art mov'd, 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.

Greg. That shews thee a weak Nave; for the weakeft

goes to the wall.

Sam. True ; and therefore women, being the weakest veffels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Greg. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their


Sam. 'Tis all one, I will shew my self a tyrani: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.

Greg. The heads of the maids?

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads, take it in what sense thou wilt.

Greg. They must take it in fense, 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 art not fish : if thou hadít, thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the House of the Montagues.

Enter Abrain and Balthafar. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back

thee. Greg. How : turn thy back and run? Sam. Fear me not. 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 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?
Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.
Abr. Do you 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


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but I bite my thumb, Sir.

Greg. 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 you.

Abr. No better,
Sam. Well, Sir.

Enter Benvolio, Greg. Say, better : here comes one of my malter's kinfmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir,
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 heartless

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 drawn, and talk of peace ? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues and thee: Have at thee, coward.

[Fight. Enter three or four citizens with clubs ! Ofic. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them

down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues!

Enter old Capulet in bis gown, and lady Capulet.
Cap. What noise is this ? give me my long sword, ho!
La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch: -

Cap. My sword, I say: old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spight of me.



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