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TWO Houfholds, both alike in Dignity,
In fair Verona, (where we lay our Scene) From 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-croft lovers take their life; Whofe mif-adventur'd piteous Overthrows
Do, with their death, bury their Parent's ftrife. The fearful paffage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their Parent's rage, Which but their children's End nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffick of our stage:
ESCALU S, Prince of Verona.
Capulet, } Two Lords, Enemies to each other. 4
Romeo, Son to Montague.
Mercutio, Kinfman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo,
Balthafar, Servant to Romeo.
Abram, Servant to Montague.
} Servants to Capulet.
Lady Montague, Wife to Montague.
Lady Capulet, Wife to Capulet.
Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo.
Citizens of Verona, feveral men and women relations te Capulet, Mafkers, Guards, Watch, and other Attendants.
The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth Alt, is in Mantua; during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona.
Plot from a Novel of Bandello. Pope.
This novel is tranflated in
2. 1599. Tho. Crede for Cuthbert Burby.
3. 1637. R. Young for John Smethwick.
4. No date. John Smethwick. I have only the folio.
ROMEO and JULIET,
ACT I SCENE I
The Street, in Verona.
Enter Sampfon 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.
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.
we'll not carry coals.] A phrafe then in ufe, to fignify the bearing injuries. WARBURTON.
This is pofitively told us; but if another critic fhall as pofitively deny it, where is the proof?
Sam. A dog of the House of Montague moves me.. Greg. To move, is to stir, and to be valiant, is to ftand; 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.
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Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakeft, are ever thrust to the wall:-therefore I will pufh 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 myfelf a tyrant : 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 the 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 flef
Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadft, thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the Houfe of the Montagues.
Enter Abram 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!
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