Enter several Partisans of both houses, who join the fray: then enter Citizens, with clubs. 1st 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 longsword, ho! Lady C. 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. Lady M. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. That quench the fire of your pernicious rage For this time, all the rest depart away: 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 breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the Prince came, who parted either part. Lady M. O, where is Romeo?—saw you to-day? Right glad am I he was not at this fray. him Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun Peered forth the golden window of the east, Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Ben. Have you impórtuned him by any means? Mon. Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself-I will not say, how trueBut to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery, 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! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.— Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. : 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 aimed so near when I supposed you loved. Rom. A right good marksman!—And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store! live chaste? Rom. She hath; and in that sparing makes huge waste: For beauty, starved with her severity, Ben. Be ruled by me; forget to think of her. To call her's, exquisite, in question more. SCENE II-A Street. [Going. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 't is not hard, I think, Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; 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. The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she; And like her most whose merit most shall be: My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out whose names are written here? It is written that the shoemaker should 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 lessened by another's anguish ; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's lan guish : Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. Rom. Your plaintain leaf is excellent for that. Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipped 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 learned it without book: But I pray, can you read anything you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the lan guage. 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 [gives back the note]. Whither should they come? Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? 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 a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admiréd beauties of Verona : Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall shew, 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 drowned, could never die— Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love!-the all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun. Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by; Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in those crystal scales, let there be weighed Your lady-love against some other maid That I will shew you, shining at this feast, And she shall scant shew well, that now shews best. Lady C. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile; We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remembered me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour. Lady C. She's not fourteen. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teethAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four She is not fourteen. How long is it now Lady C. teen. Susan and she-God rest all Christian souls!— I trow, To bid me trudge. And since that time it is eleven years: For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, She could have run and waddled all about. For even the day before, she broke her brow: And then my husband-God be with his soul! 'A was a merry man-took up the child: "Yea," quoth he, "dost thou fall upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?" and, by my holy-dam, The pretty wretch left crying, and said "Ay:" To see now, how a jest shall come about! 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." Lady C. Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy teat. Lady C. Well, think of marriage now: younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world—why, he's a man of wax. Lady C. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. Lady C. What say you? can you love the This night you shall behold him at our feast; Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow by men. Lady C. 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 everything in extremity. I must hence to wait: I beseech you, follow straight. Lady C. We follow thee.-Juliet, the County stays. |