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Sam. Let us take the law of our fides, let them
Greg. I will frown as I pafs 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 you bite your thumb at us, Šir? Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite
Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I ferve as good
a man, as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, Sir.
Greg. Say, better. kinfmen.
Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
thumb at you,
Here comes one of my master's
Sam, Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy fwashing blow.
[They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know not what you do.
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
3 Enter Benvolio.] Much of Spear, fince we find it in that of this fcene is added fince the first the year 1599. edition; but probably by Shake
Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy fword, 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..
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Enter three or four citizens with clubs, 4:3 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partifans! ftrike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues!
Enter old Capulet in his gown, and lady Capulet. Cap. What noise is this? give me my long fword, ho!
La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch. Why call you for a fword?
Cap. My fword, I fay: old Montague is come. And flourishes his blade in spight of me.
Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague.
Mon. Thou villain, Capulet
let me go.
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to feek a foe.
Hold me not,
Enter Prince with attendants.
Prin. Rebellious Subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-ftained steelWill they not hear? what ho! you men, you beafts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
4 give me my long fword.] The in war, which was fometimes long ford was the fword ufed wielded with both hands.
With purple fountains iffuing from your veins;
Have thrice disturb'd the Quiet of our streets;
La. Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach; Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the fervants of your adverfary, And yours, close fighting, ere I did approach; I drew to part them. In the inftant came The fiery Tybalt, with his fword prepar'd, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He fwung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hifs'd him in fcorn, While we were interchanging thrufts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the Prince came, who parted either Part., La. Mon. 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 worshipp❜d Sun
And gladly fhun'd, who gladly fled from me.
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
5 That most are bufted, &c.] E-6 And gladly hunn'd, &c.] The dition 1597 Inftead of which ten lines following, not in ediit is in the other editions thus. tion 1597, but in the next of 1599. POPE.
-by my own.
7 Ben. Have you importun'd,
Is to himself, I will not fay, how true,
Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow, We would as willingly give Cure, as know.
Ben. See, where he comes. So please you, step afide, I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd.
Mon. I would, thou wert fo happy by thy stay To hear true fhrift. Come, Madam, let's away.
Ben. Good-morrow, coufin.
Rom. Is the day fo young?
Ben. But new ftruck nine.
Or dedicate his beauty to the Same.] When we come to confider, that there is fome power elfe befides balmy air, that brings forth, and makes the tender buds fpread themselves, I do not think it improbable that the Poet wrote; Cilk d
Rom. Ah me, fad hours feem long! -Was that my father that went hence fo faft? Ben. It was... What fadnefs lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes then fhort. Ben. In love? Rom. Out
Or dedicate his beauty to the Sun.
Or, according to the more ob
folete fpelling, Sunne; which