150 LUCIUS, MARCUS, and the others descend. All. Lucius, all hail, Rome's gracious governor! Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans: may I govern so, To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! But, gentle people, give me aim awhile, For nature puts me to a heavy task: Stand all aloof: but, uncle, draw you near, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk. O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, [Kissing Titus. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son! Marc. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips: O, were the sum of these that I should pay Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us 160 Tomelt in showers: thy grandsire loved thee well: Many a time he danced thee on his knee, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet and agreeing with thine infancy; In that respect, then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Because kind nature doth require it so: Re-enter Attendants with AARON. Em. You sad Andronici, have done with woes: Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events. Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; 179 There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food: I am no baby, I, that with base prayers 190 Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's grave: 200 SCENE I. Verona. A public place. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers. Sam. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. moves me. 10 Gre. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, 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. PETER, servant to Juliet's nurse. ABRAHAM, servant to Montague. An Apothecary. Three Musicians. Page to Paris; another Page; an Officer. LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague. Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. Chorus. SCENE: Verona: Mantua. Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. Sam. Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads. 20 Gre. The heads of the maids? Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. 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. Gre. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. 40 Sam. 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. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. 50 Enter ABRAHAM and BALthasar. 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. [Aside to Gre.] Is the law of our side, if I say ay? Gre. No. And made Verona's ancient citizens Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, Sam. Well, sir. 100 To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Gre. Say 'better:' here comes one of my To know our further pleasure in this case, master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. [They fight. Enter BENVOLIO. 70 Ben. Part, fools! Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy Came more and more and fought on part and part, sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace! I As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: [They fight. Enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. First Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! 80 Down with the Capulets! down with the Mon- Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY Cap. What noise is this? Give me my long 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 spite of me. Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. 90 That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Till the prince came, who parted either part. Right glad I am he was not at this fray. 130 Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, 140 With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know. Enter ROMEO. Ben. See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Is the day so young? my Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! health! Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Rom. Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; 220 Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty starved with her severity 230 Ben. Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; To call hers exquisite, in question more: 240 Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! Ben. At thy good heart's oppression. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. 200 Ben. Soft! I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. Rom. What, shall I groan and tell thee? Groan! why, no; Ben. SCENE II. A street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Cap. But 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 reckoning 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 fourteen years: Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. 10 Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, more. At my poor house look to behold this night 20 Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: 30 Such comfort as do lusty young men feel Through fair Verona; find those persons out Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. Ben. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish: 50 Take thou some new infection to thy eye, Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented and-God-den, good fellow. Serv. God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. 60 Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. [Reads. 'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair assembly: whither should they come? Rom. Whither? Serv. To supper; to our house. Rom. Whose house? Serv. My master's. 80 Rom. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry! [Exit. 90 Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest, With all the admired beauties of Verona: Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! 100 One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. We must talk in secret:-nurse, come back again; She is not fourteen. How long is it now 20 La. Cap. A fortnight and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she-God rest all Christian souls!-Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me: but, as I said, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years: And she was wean'd,-I never shall forget it,Of all the days of the year, upon that day: For I had then laid wormwood to my dug, Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall; My lord and you were then at Mantua : |