See Glass Fo GRE. No. SAM. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. 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 kins men. SAM. Yes, better. 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 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, draw, and talk of peace? I hate the word, [They fight. Enter several partisans of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. 1 CIT. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! Enter CAPULET. in his gown: and LADY CAPULET. Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE. MON. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let me go. Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. PRIN. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you beasts,— Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. [Exeunt PRINCE and Attendants; CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and Servants. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, LA. MON. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him to-day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray. BEN. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, MON. Many a morning hath he there been seen, BEN. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Is to himself-I will not say, how true- 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, Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, 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. BEN. Good morrow, cousin. ROM, BEN. But new struck nine. [Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. Is the day so young? 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? ROM. Out 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, Here 's much to do with hate, but more with love:- O anything, of nothing first created! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. BEN. ROM. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; But sadly tell me, who. [Going. Groan? why, no; ROM. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:Ah, word ill urg'd 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. With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, O, 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, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. |