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ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
PARIS, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the Prince.
ROMEO, Son to Montague.
BENVOLIO, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to
TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet.
GREGORY, Servants to Capulet.
SCENE, during the greater Part of the Play, in Verona; once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua.
ABRAM, Servant to Montague.
Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their meni.
Boy, Page to Paris.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.
A phrase formerly in use, to signify the bearing injuries.
LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague.
Citizens of Verona; several Men and Wonen, ela tions to both Houses; Maskers, Guaras, Watch men, and Attendants.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
Is now the two-hours' traffic of our stage;
Gre. The heads of the maids?
heads; 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.2 Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues.
Gre. D you quarrel, sir? Abr. Qarrel, sir? no, sir.
Sum. 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.
Sum. 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. Enter TYBALT.
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him to
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sight heart-But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Furn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee;
[They fight. Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the Fray; then enter Citizens with Clubs. 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
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, Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel,Will they not hear?-what, ho! you men, you
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began? Ben. Here were the servants of your 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 breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrust and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.
Clubs was the usual exclamation at an affray in the streets, as we D w call Watch!
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause!
Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Ben. But new struck nine.
Is the day so young!
Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went henice so fast! Ben. It was:-What sadness lengthens Rouee's hours?
Rom. Not having that, which having, mal. s
them short. Ben. In love? Rom. OutBen. Of love?
Rom. Out of her favor, 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 iove, whose view is muffled still Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine?-O me!-What fray wa here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes: being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' fears*
• Appear rd.
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
But sadly tell me, who.
Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:Ah, word ill-urged to one that is so ill!In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good marksman!-And she's fair I love.
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;
0, she is rich in beauty; only poor,
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste!
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;
For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,
She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow,
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
Ben. Be ruled by me, forget to think of he.. Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.
Rom. 'Tis the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more: These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair; He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair? Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt.
SCENE II-A Street.
Par. Of honorable reckoning? are you both;
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
At my poor house, look to behold this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO.
Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman
Shut up in prison, kept without my food. Whipp'd and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good fellow.
Serv. God gi' good-e'en.-I pray, sir, can you read?
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: But I pray, can you read any thing you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the lan
Serv. Ye say honestly: Rest you merry! Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. 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; [Gives back the Note.] Whither should they come?
Serv. To supper; to our house. Rom. Whose house?
Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have asked 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 [Exit. a cup of wine.9 Rest you merry.
Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
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,-
Madam, I am here,
What is your will?
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-
A fortnight and odd days.
And since that time it is eleven years:
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? quoth he:
And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said—Ay. La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.
Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but
To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay:
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme
To my sorrow.
i.. I have a perfect remembrance or recollection. The cross. Holy dame, i. e. the blessed Virgin.
It stopped crying.
Here, in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man,
Nurse. Nay, he's a flower, in faith, a very flower. La. Cap. What say you? can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast:
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris'
Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.
La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county stays.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-A Street.
Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torchbearers, and others.
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;2 Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But, let them measure us by what they will, We'll measure them a measure,3 and be gone. Rom. Give me a torch,I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
Rom. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead. So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move.
Mer. You are a lover: borrow Cupid's wings, And soar with them above a common bound.
Rom. I am too sore impierced with his shaft To soar with his light feathers; and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough. Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with
Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax.
The comments on ancient books were always printe in the margin.
i.e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to bind
A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows.
A torch bearer was a constant appendage to every troop of maskers.
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire
Rom. And we mean well, in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go. Mer. Why, may one ask? Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Mer. Rom. Well, what was yours? Mer. That dreamers often lie. Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things
And so did I.
Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight:
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees:
Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, 6egot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air;
It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes. ↑ Atoms. A place in court. i.e. Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night.
And more inconstant than the wind, who woos
Ben. This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves;
Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
With this night's revels; and expire the term
SCENE V-A Hall in Capulet's House. Musicians waiting. Enter Servants.
1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? he shift a trencher! he scrape a trencher! 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands, and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
1 Serv. Away with the joint stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate:-good thou, save me a piece of march-pane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone, and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan!
2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready.
1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber.
2 Serv. We cannot be here and there too.Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all. [They retire behind. Enter CAPULET, &c., with the Guests and Maskers. Cap. Gentlemen, welcome! ladies, that have their toes
Unplagued with corns, will have a bout with you:-
Such as would please :--'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone. You are welcome, gentlemen!-Come, musicians, play,
A hall! a hall !3 give room, and foot it, girls.
By'r lady, thirty years.
1 Cup. What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so
much: 'Tis since the nuptial of Lucentio, Come Pentecost as quickly as it will,
Some five-and-twenty years; and then we mask'd. 2 Cap. 'Tis more, 'tis more: his son is elder, sir: His son is thirty.
1 Cap. Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two years ago.
Rom. What lady's that which doth enrich the hand
Of yonder knight?
Rom. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
Tyb. This, by his voice, should be a Montague:Fetch me my rapier, boy:-What! dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?