Which but their childrens' end nought could remove, A C T I. SCENE I. The fireet in Verona. Enter Samplon and Gregory, with fwords and bucklers, two fervants of the Capulets. Sam! G REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry coals *. Greg. No; for then we should be colliers, Sam. I mean, an' we be in choler, we'll draw. Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar. Sam. I frike quickly, being mov'd, Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike. Sam. A dog of the houfe of Montague moves me. Greg. To move, is to ftir; and to be valiant, is to ftand; therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'ft away. Sam. A dog of that houfe fhall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weakest, are ever thrust to the wall; -therefore I will pufh Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Greg. The quarrel is between our mafters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads. Greg. The heads of the maids? Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or the maiden. heads, take it in what fenfe thou wilt. Greg. They must take it in fenfe that feel it. # A phrafe then in ufe, to fignify the bearing Injuries. Sam. Me they fhall feel while I am able to stand; and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish: if thou hadit, thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Montagues. Enter Abram and Balthafar. Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. Greg. How, turn thy back, and run? Sam. Fear me not. Greg. No, marry: I fear thee !— Sam. Let us take the law of our fides: let them begin, Greg. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they lift. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is a difgrace to them if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Greg. No. Sam. No, Sir; I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my thumb, Sir. Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir. Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir. Sam. If you do Sir, I am for you; I ferve as good. a man as you. Abr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir, Enter Benvolio. : Greg. Say, better here comes one of my mafter's kinfmen. Sam. Yes, better, Sir. Abr. You lye. Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy fwafhing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know no what you do. A 2 Enter Tybalt. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among thefe heartless Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. [hinds? Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy fword, Or manage it to part thefe men with me. Tyb. What drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues and thee: Have at thee, coward. Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. [Fight. Off. Clubs, bills, and partifans! ftrike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues! Enter old Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet. Cap. What noife is this? give me my long fword, ho! Ļa. Cap. A crutch, a crutch : fword? - -why call you for a Cap. My fword, I fay: old Montague is come. And flourishes his blade in fpight of me. Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague. Man. Thou villain, Capulet-Hold me not, let. me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not fir a foot to feek a foe. Enter Prince with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious fubjects, enemies to peace, Will they not hear what ho! you men, you beafts, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace. [Exeunt Prince, and Capulet, &c. SCENE II. La. Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? Ben. Here were the fervants of your adversary, And your's, close fighting, ere I did approach; I drew to part them: in the inftant came The fiery Tybalt, with his fword prepar'd, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He fwung about his head, and cut the winds:: Who, nothing hurt withal, hifs'd him in fcorn. 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. La. Mon. O where is Romeo! faw you him to-day Right glad am I he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd fun But all fo foon as the all-cheering fun Black and portentous must this humour prove, Ben My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow, Enter Romeo. Ben. See where he comes: fo please you step aside.. I'll know his grievance, or be much deny'd. Mon. I would thou wert fo happy by thy stay To hear true fhrift. Come, Madam, let's away. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Ben. But new ftruck nine. Rom. Ah me, fad hours feem long! Was that my father that went hence fo faft? [Exeunt Ben. It was: what fadnefs lengthens Romeo's hours? fhort. Ben. In love?: Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love... |