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Enter ABRAM and BELTHASAR.
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
Gre. No, marry: I fear thee!
Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let
Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.
Sum. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you,
Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
Sum. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, Sir.
Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance.
[Exeunt PRINCE, and Attendants; CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, CITIZENS, and Servants.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new
Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? 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. Enter TYBALT.
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Or manage it to part these men with me.
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
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 And flourishes his blade in spite of me. [come, Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not,
let me go.
Lu. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants.
Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an aftray in the streets, as we now call Watch!
Ben. Here were the servants of your adver
drew to part them; in the instant caine And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn: He swung about his head, and cut the winds, were interchanging thrusts and blows, [part, Came more and more, and fought on part and Till the prince came, who parted either part. La. Mon. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.
Peer'dt forth the golden window of the east,
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
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
To hear true shrift,-Come, madam, let's away. [Exeunt MONTAGUE, and LADY.
Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young? Ben. But new struck nine. Rom. 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
Ben. In 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 muilled 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.
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!-
Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; 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. Soft, I will go along; And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not
This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love.
Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Ben. Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me, who.
Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!-
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 Kit, you miss: she'll not With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; be hit And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unNor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O, she is rich in beauty; only poor, [store. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste?
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes
For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
Ben. Be rul'd 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:
Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget.
Come, go with me;-Go, Sirrah, trudge about
Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the
A fair assembly; [Gives back the Note.]
Serv. To supper; to our 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 a cup of wine.* Rest you merry!
Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st;
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whose names are writ-One fairer than my love! th' all-seeing sun ten here? It is written-that the shoemaker Ne'er saw her match, since first the world beshould meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned: -In good time.
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
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for
Ben. For what, I pray thee?
Rom. For your broken shin.
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad-I
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
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?
Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry!
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
* To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare is to possess. + Estimation.
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else be-
Your lady's love against some other maid
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
SCENE III-A Room in CAPULET'S House.
La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call
Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead,—at twelve
Jul. How now, who calls?
Jul. Madam, I am here,
La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give
Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.
La. Cap. She's not fourteen.
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
She is not fourteen: How long is it now
*We still say in cant language-to crack a bottle.
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 four
Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls!-
Of all the days of the year, upon that day:
To bid me trudge.
And since that time it is eleven years:
She could have run and waddled all about.
And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said-Ay.
Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose but laugh,
To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay:
Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee
to his grace!
Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd:
La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man,
As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax. La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
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:
And see how one another lends content;
Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by men.
La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?
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 fire or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, 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 hood-wink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;|| After the prompter, for our entrance: We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. But, let them measure us by what they will, Rom. Give me a torch,**-1 am not for this
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.
* Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax.
+ The comments on ancient books were always printed in the margin.
† 1. e. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to band him.
1. c. Long speeches are out of fashion.
A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighten crows.
** A torch-bearer was a constant appendage to every troop of maskers
Mer. You are a lover; borrow Cupid's | O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on
And soar with them above a common bound. Rom. I am too sore enpierced 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
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; [down. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love Give me a case to put my visage in: [Putting on a Mask. A visor for a visor!-what care I, What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner But every man betake him to his legs. [in, Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart,
Tickle the senseless rushest with their heels;
If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire Of this (save reverence) love, wherein thou stick'st
Up to the ears.-Come, we burn day-light, ho. Rom. Nay, that's not so.
Mer. I mean, Sir, in delay
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning; for our judgement sits Five times in that, ere once in our five wits. Rom. And we mean well, in going to this But 'tis no wit to go.
Mer. Why, may one ask?
Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
Rom. Well, what was yours?
Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true.
Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes
The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;
It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes. This is equivalent to phrases in common use-I am done for, it is over with me.
Q'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them, and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace;
Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who
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 marchpane ; 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.