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Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
Abr. Quarrel, sir? no, sir.
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, at a distance.
Gre. 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 fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do.
[Beats down their swords.
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.
Enter several Partizans of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs.
1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Enter 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 spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE and Lady MONTAGUE.
Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince, with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and Servants. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo!-saw you him to-day? Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madani, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they are most alone,-
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure, as know.
Enter ROMEO, at a distance.
Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away.
[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Is the day so young!
Ben. But new struck nine.
Ah me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Ben. It was - -What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Ben. In love?
Ben. Of love?
Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine?-O me!-What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love-
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!—
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
At thy good heart's oppression.