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

And the continuance of their parents' ragi,
Which but their children's end nought could remove,

Is now the two hours traffick of our stage :
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What bere fall miss, our toil fall Arive to meni.

this fear of his, Cicero hás likewise alluded in his second book De Legibus. I had almost forgot to observe, that Pliny exprefly says, burning of dead bodies was not an old institution among the Romans ; but their dead were interr'd. Ipsum cremare apud Romanos non føit veteris inftituti : terra condebantur. :

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Dramatis Persona.


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

toʻthe Prince.
Montague, Two Lords of antiint familie., enemies te

each other.
Romeo, Son to Montague.
Mercutio,-Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend 10 Romeo..
Benvolio, Kinjman and Friend to Romeo.
Tybalt, Kinsman to Capulet.
Friar Lawrence..
Friar John.
Balthasar, Servant to Romeo..
Page to Paris.
Sampson, ?

Servants to Capulet..
Gregory, S
Abram, Servant to Montague.
Simon. Catling,
Hugh Rebeck,

3 Musicianso.
Samuel Soundboard,
Peter, Servant to thNurfe..
Lady Montague, Wife to Montague..
Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet.
Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo
Nurse 10 Juliet.

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Citizens of Verona, several men and women relations to
Capulet, Maskers, Guards, Watch, and other A:tendants.

The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth Act, is in Man:tua ;, during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona..

Romeo and JULIET.

A C T I.

SCENE, The Street, in Verona. Enter Sampson and Gregory, (with swords and! : buckiers) two servants of the Capulets.

SAMPSON. *REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry coals.

Greg. No, for then we should be colliers. G

Sam. I mean, an' we be in choler, we'll draw.

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

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 weakest goes to the wall.



Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakeft. vessels, are ever thruft to the wall : therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thruft his maids to the wall.

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

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will thew myself 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 their maidenheads, take it in what sense thou wilt.

Grog. 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 art not fish: if thou hadít, thou hadít been poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Montajuis.

Enter Abram and Balthafar. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Geg. How: turn thy back and run? Sam. Fear me not. Gez. No, marry: I fear thee! Sam. Let us take the law of our sides : 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 atthem, which is a disgrace to them if they bear it. Abr. Do you

thumb at us, Sir?
Sam., I do bite my thumb, Sir.
Abr. Do


your thumb at us, Sir ? Sam, Is the law. on our fide, if I say, ay? Greg. No.

Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my thumb, Sir.

Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir ?
Abr. Quarrel, Sir ? no, Sir,

bite your

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 master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
Abr. You lie.

Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

[They fighi. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know notwhat 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 clabs. Cit: Clubs, bills, and partifans! strike! 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 sword, ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch:-why call you for a :

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

Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet-Hold me not, let ?


me go.

La. Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to seek a foe.



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