Изображения страниц

Which but their childrens' end nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What bere shall miss, our toil pall strive to mend,


А с т




[merged small][ocr errors]


The freet in Verona,
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with words and bucklers,

two fervants of the Capulets Sam:

REGORY, on my word, we'll not

carry coals *.
Greg. No ; for then we should be

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 Rrike quickly, being mov'd,
Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to Itrike.
Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.


Greg. To move, is to stir ; and to be valiant, is to ftand; therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'It away.

Sam. A dog of that house Thall move me to stand : I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's,

Greg. That shews thee a weak slave ; for the weakest

goes to the wall,

Sam. True ; and therefore women, being the weakest, are ever thrust to the wall; -- therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Greg. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.

Sam, 'Tis all one, I will thew 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 maidenheads, take it in what sense thou wilt.

Greg. They must take it in sense that feel it. * A phrase then in use, to Gignify the bearing Injuries.

Sam. Ve they shall feel while I am able to stand; and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of Aelh.

Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish: if thou hadit, thou hadit been Poor Jobn. 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

Greg. How, turn thy back, and run ?
Sam. Fear me not.
Greg. No, marry : 1 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 chem, which is a disgrace 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?
Sam, Is the law on our side, If I say Ay?
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 serve as good a man as you.

Abr. No better.
Sam, Well, Sir.

Enter Benvolio,
Greg. Say, better : here comes one of


master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
Abr. You lye.

Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swathing blow.

[They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your swords, you know no: what you


[ocr errors]

Enter Tybalt,
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless
Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. [hinds?

Ben. I do but keep the peace : put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these 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.
of Clubs, bills, and partisans ! ftrike ! beat them

Down with the Capulers, down with the Montagues !

Enter old Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.
Cap. What noise is this? give me my long sword,

[ocr errors]

ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch: why call you

sword ?
Cap. My sword, I say: old Montague is come.
And flourishes his blade in spight of me.

Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague.
Man. Thou villain, Capulet-Hold me not, let

for a


me go.

La, Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Enter Prince with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Protaners of this neighbour-stained steel
Will they not hear what ho ! you men, you beasts,
Thát quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins ;
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved Prince,
Three civil broils, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet and Montague,
Have thrice disturh'd the quiet of our streets;
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave, beseeming ornaments;

To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Cankred with peace, to part your cankred hate;
If ever you diturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace:
For this time all the rest depart away,
You Capulet shall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt Prince, and Capulet, &c.co

S- CE N E II. La. 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 your's, close fighting, ere I did approach; I drew to part them : in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd, 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 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! saw you him to-day: Right glad am I he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd fun.
'Pear'd through the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad :
Where underneath the grove of fycamour,
That westward rooteth from the city-side,
So early walking did I see your fon.
Tow'rds him I made ; but he was ware of me;
And stole into the covert of the wood.
1, measuring his affections by my own,
(That most are bulied when they're moft alone),
Pursued my humour, not pursuing him;
And gladly shunn'd, who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen.
With tears augmenting the fresh morning-dew;
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep fighs::

But all fo foon as the all-cheering sun
Should, in the farthest ealt, begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed ;
Away froin light Ateals home my heavy lon,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light outs.
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portentous must this hu.nour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?:
Mon. Å neither know it, nor can learn it of him..
Ben. Have you importun'd 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 true ;
But to himself fo fecret and so close,
So far from founding and discovery ;.

is the bud bit with an envious worm;
Ere he can spread his fweet wings to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty. to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure, as know.

Enter Romeo.
Ben. See where he comes: so please you step asideo:
I'll koow bis grievance, or be much deny'd..

Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay To hear true fhritt. Come, Madam, let's away.

Ben. Good morrow, cousin..
Rom. Is the day so young?
Ben. But new struck rines

Rom. Ah me, sad hours seem long ! -
Was that my father that went hence so faft?

Ben. It was: what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours ?.
Rom, Not having that, which having makes them

Ben, In love?
Rom. Out
Ben. Of love?
Rom. Out of her favour; where I'am in love..
Beni Alas, that love fo gentle in his viesta

« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »