Puslapio vaizdai




A Street.


Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. Gre. No; for then should we be colliers. Sam. Gregory, I strike quickly, being moved. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. Draw thy tool then; for here comes two of the house of the Montagues.

Sam. My naked weapon is out: Quarrel; I will back thee: But let us take the law of our sides: Let them begin.

Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.

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Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.


Bal. Do you bite your

thumb at us, sir? Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir.

Bal. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?
Gre. No.

Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my

but I bite my thumb, sir.

Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?

Bal. Quarrel, sir? no, sir.

thumb at you,


Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good

a man as you.

Bal. No better, sir.

Sam. Well, sir.

Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, sir,

Bal. You lie.

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 weapons.

Enter TYBALT, with his sword drawn.

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


As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:

Have at thee, coward.

[They fight.

[CAPULETS and MONTAGUES without.] Montagues. Down with the Capulets! Capulets. Down with the Montagues!

[CAPULET without.]

[Bell rings,

Cap. Give me my sword! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter MONTAGUE and his Friends, and CAPULET with his Friends, all armed.

Mon. Thou villain, Capulet!

[They all fight.

Enter the PRINCE and his Attendants.
Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved Prince.-
Three civil broils, bred of an airy word,
By you, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our town:
If ever you affright our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.-
For this time, all the rest depart away :
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt all but MONTAGUE and BENVOLIO.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of our 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: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the prince came.

Mon. Ò,where is Romeo? Saw you him to-day?Right glad I am, he was not at this brawl.

Ben. My lord, an hour before the worship'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore,
That westward rooteth from the city's side,-
So early walking did I see your son :

Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,-
That most are busied when they're most alone,-
Pursued my humour, not pursuing his,

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew;
But, all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night:

Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn it of him.
Ben. Have you importuned 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 true-
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

Ben. So please you, sir, Mercutio and myself
Are most near to him;-be it that our years,
Births, fortunes, studies, inclinations,

Measure the rule of his, I know not; but
Friendship still loves to sort him with his like ;-
We will attempt upon his privacy:

And could we learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as knowledge. Mon. 'Twill bind us to you: Good Benvolio, go. Ben. We'll know his grievance, or be much denied. [Exeunt.


Another Street.

Cap. And Montague is bound, as well as I,
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.

Par. Of honourable reck'ning are you both;
And pity 'tis, you lived at odds so long.-
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before :
My child is yet a stranger in the world,
She hath not seen the change of eighteen years;
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think her ripe to be a wife.

Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made.
Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but her:
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart;
An she agree, within her scope of choice


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