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Which but their childrens' end nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
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The freet in Verona,
two fervants of the Capulets Sam:
REGORY, on my word, we'll not
carry coals *.
Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.
Sam. I Rrike quickly, being mov'd,
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 :
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.
Greg. How, turn thy back, and run ?
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?
my thumb, sir.
Sam. No, Sir ; I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my thumb, Sir.
Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir.
Sam. If you do Sir, I am for you ; I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
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
Ben. I do but keep the peace : put up thy sword,
Tyb. What drawn, and talk of peace ? I hate the word
Enter old Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.
Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague.
La, Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince with Attendants.
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
[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.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen.
But all fo foon as the all-cheering fun
Ben My noble uncle, do you know the cause?:
Mon. Both by myself and many other friends.,
Mon. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
Rom. Ah me, sad hours seem long!'-
Ben. It was: what fadness lengthens Romeo's hours ?.