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Enter ABRAM amd BELTHASAR. Will they not hear ?--what ho! you men, you
beasts,Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back ihee.
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ?
With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Sam. Fear me not.
On pain of torture, from those bloody bands Gre. No, inarry : I fear thee !
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
ground, them begin.
Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, take it as they list.
By thee, old Capulet and Montague, Sum. Nay, as they, dare. I will bite my And made Verona's ancient citizens
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, if they bear it.
To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
If ever you disturb our streets again, Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with nje;
To know our further pleasure in this case, Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir? Abr. Quarrel, Sir ? no, Sir.
To old Free-town, our common judgement. Sum. If you do, Sir, I am for you ; 1 serve Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
place. as good a man as you Åbr. No better.
[E.reunt PRINCE, und Attendants; CAPULET,
LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and Sam. Well, Sir.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new
abroach? Gre. Say—better; here comes one of my Speak, nephew, were you by when it begav ? master's kinsmen.
Ben. Here were the servants of your adverSam. Yes, better, Sir.
sary, Abr. You lie.
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : Sam. Draw, if you be men.
0.—Gregory, re- I drew to part them ; in the instant caine member
thy swasbing blow. [They fight. The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar’d; Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, know not what you do.
He swung about his head, and cut the winds, (Beuts down their Swords. Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scoro Enter Tybalt.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
(part, Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these came more and more, and fought on part and heartless hinds?
Till the prince came, who parted either part. Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Lu. Mon. (), where is Romeo !--saw yoù him Ben. I do but keep the peace ; put up thy
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray: Or manage it to part these men with me. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I
sun, hate the word,
Peer'dt forth the golden window of the east, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: A troubled nind drave me to walk abroad; Have at thee, coward.
[They fight. Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore, Enter several Purtizans of both Houses, who join So early walking did I see your son :
That westward rooteth from the city's side, the Fray; then enter CITIZENS, with Clubs.
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! And stole into the covert of the wood : beat them down!
[tagues! I, measuring his affections by my own,Down with the Capulets! down with the Mon. That most are busied when they are most
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my lung Mon. Many a morning hath he there been sword, ho!
[dew, La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you with tears augmenting the fresh morning's for a sword?
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep Gup. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is But all so soon as the all-cheering sun (sighs : And flourishes his blade in spite of me. (come, Should in the furthest east begin to draw Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE.
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, And private in his chamber pens himself;
Away from light steals home my heavy son, Lu. Mon. Thou shalt nut stir one foot to seek And makes himself an artificial night:
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, a foe.
Black and portentous mast this burnour prove, Enter Prince, with Attendants. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the surects, as we now call Watch !
let me go
Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee! Mon. Both by myself, and many other Ben. Groan? why, no; friends :
But sadly tell me, who. But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his ls to himself-I will not say, how true
will: But to himself so secret and so close,
Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill So far from sounding and discovery,
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
lov'd. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. [grow, Rom. A right good marksman !-And she's Could we but learn from whence his sorrows
fair I love. We would as willingly give cure, as know. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest
hit. Enter Romeo, at a distance.
Rom. Well, in that Kit, you miss: she'll not Ben. See, where he comes : So please you, with Cupid's arrow, she bath Dian's wit;
be hit step aside;
And, in strong proof of chastity well armid, I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would, thou' wert so happy by thy From love's weak childish bow she lives ún
harm'd. To hear true'shrift,-Come, madam, let's away. Nor bide th encounter of assailing eyes,
She will not stay the siege of loving terms, (Exeunt Montague, and LADY. Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young ?
0, she is rich in beauty; only poor, (store. Ben. But new struck nine.
That, when she dies, with beauty dies her Rom. Ah me! sad hours seein long.
Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still
live chaste? Was that my father that went hence so fast ? Ben. It was :-Wbat sadness lengthens
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes Romeo's hours ?
buge waste; Rom. Not having that, which having, makes Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
For beauty, starv'd with her severity, them short. Ben. In love?
She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair :
She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vox,
Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to
think. Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is mullled still,
Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties. Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where' shall we dine ?–6 me!-What fray To call hers, exquisite, in question more:
Rom. "Tis the way was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' Here's much to do with bate, but more with Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair;
brows, love: Why, then, 1 brawling love! O loving hate !
He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget O any thing, of nothing first create !
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, O beavy lightness ! serious vanity!
What doth her beauty serve,* but as a note Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming förmıs ! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick
Where I may read, who pass'd that passing
fair? health !
Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in
debt, Dost thou not laugh?
(Eseunt. Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.
SCENE II.- A Street.
Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT.
And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Cap. But saying o'er what I have said beBeing purgd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes;
fore: Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears! My child is yet a stranger in the world, What is it else? a madness most discreet, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; A choking gall, and a preserving sweet, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Farewell, my coz.
(Going. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Ben. Soft, I will go along;
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
made. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early here;
made. This is not Romeo, he's some other where. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, Ben. Tell me in sadness,* who she is you She is the hopeful lady of my earth: love.
* I. c. What end does it answer? In seriousness
† Account, estimation
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Valentio, and his cousin Tybalt ; Lucio, and the My will to her consent is but a part;
lively Hélena. An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.
A fair assembly; (Gives back the Note.]
Whither should they come? 'This night I hold an old accustoin'd feast, Serv. Up: Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Rom. W bither? Such as I love; and you, among the store,
Serv. To supper; to our house. One more, most welcome, makes my number
Rom. Whose house?
Sero. My master's. At my poor bouse, look to behold this night
Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven
Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking : My Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel
master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be When well-apparell’d April on the heel not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come Of limping winter treads, even such delight
and crush a cup of wine.* Rest you merry! Among fresh female buds shall you this night
[Exit. Inberit* at my house; hear all, all see,
Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's And like her most, whose merit most shall
be: Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, with all the admired beauties of Verona: May 'stand in number, though in reckoningt Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
none. Come, go with me;-Go, Sirrah, trudge about And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Compare her face with some that I shall show, Through fair Verona; find those persons out, Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Whose names are written there, [Gives a Pa
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to per.] and to them say,
(die,My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. And these,
-who, often drown'd, could never [Exeunt CAPULET and Paris. Sero. Find them out, whose names are writ. One fairer than my love! th' all-seeing sun
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars ! 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
gun. with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else bethe painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, Herself pois’dt with herself in either eye:
ing by, and can never find what names the writing But in those crystal scales, let there be person hath here writ. I must to the learned:
weigh'd -In good time.
Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you, shining at this feast,
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be
showo, Turn giddy, and be bolp by backward turning;
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.
[Exeunt. languish :
SCENE III.-A Room in CAPULET's House.
Enter Lady CAPOLET and Nurse.
Lu. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call
her forth to me. Rom. For your broken shin.
Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead,-at twelve Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad ?
[bird !Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad- I bade her come.- What, lamb! what, lady. man is:
God forbid !-where's this girl?—what, Juliet! Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Jul. How now, who calls ?
Nurse. Your mother. you read ?
Jul. Madam, I am here,
What is your will ?
La. Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give book:
(again; But I pray, can you read any thing you see? We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back Rom. Ay, if I know the letters,
and the lan-|I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our guage.
counsel. Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry!
Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.
Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an
hour. Signior Martino, and his wife, and daughters; La. Cap. She's not fourteen. County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and And yet, to my teens be it spoken, I bave but his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Va
four,lentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daugh. She is not fourteen : How long is it now ters; My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior To Lammas-tide? * To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare is to possess. * We still say in cant language-to crack a botlle. † Estimation
+ Weighed 1 Scarce, hardly ( To my sorrow
La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.
Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,
man, Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be four- As all the world—Why, he's a man of wax. teen.
La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a Susan and she,-(od rest all Christian souls!
flower. Were of an age.- Well, Susap is with God; Nurse. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very She was too good for me: But, as I said,
flower, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; La. Cap. What say you ? can you love the That shall she, marry; I remember it well.
gentleman? "Tis since the earthquake pow eleven years ; This night you shall behold him at our feast : And she was wean'd, -I never shall forget Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, it,
And find delight writ there with beauty's p«n; Of all the days of the year, upon that day: Examine every married lineament, For I had then laid wormwood to my dag, And see how one another leads content; Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall, And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies, My lord and you were then at Mantua :- Find written in the margin of his eyes. Nay, I do bear a brain :*_but, as I said, This precious book of love, this unbound lover, When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple To beautify him, only lacks a cover : Of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool ! The fish lives in the sea ;t and 'tis much pride, To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug. For fair without the fair within to hide : Shake, quoth the dove-house : 'twas no need, That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; To bid me trudge.
So shall you share all that he doth possess, And since that time it is eleven years : By having him, making yourself no less. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the
Nurse. No less? nay, bigger; women grow rood,t
by men. She could have run and waddled all about. La. Cap. Speak briefly, can you like of PaFor even the day before, she broke her brow :
ris' love? And then my husband-God be with his soul! Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move : A was a merry man ;-took up the child: But no more deep will I endart mine eye, Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? Than your consent gives strength to make it fy. Thou wilt fall backward, when thou hast more wit; Will thou not, Jule? and by my holy-dam,
Enter a SERVANT. The pretty wretch left crying, and said-Ay: Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper To see now, how a jest shall come about! I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, for, the nurse cursed in the pantry, and every
served up, you called, my young lady asked I never should forget it; Wilt thou not, Jule? thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I quoth he:
beseech you, follow straight. And, pretty fool, it stinted, ý and said-Ay. La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold
stays. thy peace.
Nurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy Nurse. Yes, madam; Yet I cannot choose
(Ereunt. but laugh, To think it should leave crying, and say-Ay:
SCENE IV.-A Street. And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone; Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIU, BENVOLIO, with fire A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly.
or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others. Yea, quoth my husband, fall'st upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward, when thou com'st to age;
Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for
our excuse? Wilt thou not, Jule? it stinted, and said-ly. Jul. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse,
we on without apology ?
Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: Nurse. Peace, I have done. God mark thee We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scars, to his grace!)
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs’d: Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper ;/ An I might live to see thee married once,
Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke I have my wish.
After the prompter, for our entrance : La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very We'll measure them a measure, and be gose.
But, let them mcasure us by what they will, theme I came to talk of:-Tell me, daughter Juliet,
Rom. Give me a torch,** -I am not for this How stands your disposition to be married ?
ambling; Jul. It is an honour that I dream not of.
Being but heavy, I will bear the light. Nurse. An honour! were not I thine only
Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you
(teat. I'd say, thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy
Rom. Not I, believe me: you bare dancing La. Cap. Weil, think of marriage now ; With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead,
shoes, younger than you, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
So stakes me to the ground, I cannot move. Are made already mothers: by iny count, I was your mother much upon these years
Well made, as if he had been modelled in wax. That you are now a maid. Thus then, in in the margin,
+ The comments on ancient books were always printed brief ;
1. c. Is not yet caught, whose skin was wanted to buindi The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
1. c. Long speeches are out of fashion.
A scare-crow, a figure made up to frighter crows. 1.e. I have a perfect remembrance or recollection. + The cross. Holy dame, 6. e. the blessed virgin. ** A torch-bearer was a constint appendage to every It stopped crying.
troop of maskers
1 A dance.
Mer. You are a lover ; borrow Cupid's | O'er lawyers' fingers, who'straight dream on wings,
fees: And soar with them above a common bound. Q’er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream;
Rom. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, To soar with his light feathers, and so bound, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted I cannot bound a pitch above doll woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden And then dreams he of smelling out a suit love;
And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's Too great oppression for a tender thing.
tail, Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Tickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like Then dreams he of another benefice: thorn.
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, with love;
[down. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Prick love for pricking, and you beat love of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Give me a case to put my visage in:
Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and [Putting on a Mask. wakes ;
[two, A visor for a visor!-what care I,
And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or What curious eye doth quote* deformities? And sleeps again. This is that very Mab, Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. That plats the manes of horses in the night;
Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner And bakes the elf-lockst in foul sluggish hairs, But every man betake him to his legs. [in, Which, once untangled, much misfortune Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, Tickle the senseless rushest with their heels; That presses them, and learns them first to For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,
bear, I'll be a candle-holder, and look on,
Making them women of good carriage.
Thou talk'st of nothing.
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Aud more inconstant than the wind, who
Rom. And we mean well, in going to this Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from But 'tis no wit to go.
ourselves; Mer. Why, may one ask?
Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night.
Rom. I fear, too early: for my mind misgives, Mer. And so did I.
Some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, Rom. Well, what was yours?
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date Mer. That dreamers often lie.
With this night's revels; and expire the term Rom. In bed, asleep, while they do dream Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast, things true.
By some vile forfeit of untimely death : Mer. O, then, I see, queen Mab hath been But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail !-On, lusty gentlemen. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes Ben. Strike, drum.
[Exeunt. In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
SCENE V.-A Hall in Capulet's House. On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomiese
Musicians waiting. Enter SERVANTS. A thwart men's noses as they lie asleep:
1 Serv. Where's Potpan, that he helps not Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' to take away ? he shift a trencher! he scrape legs;
a trencher! The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; 2 Serv. When good manners shall lie all in The traces, of the smallest spider's web; one or two men's hands, and they upwashed The collars, of the moonshine's wat'ry beams : too, 'tis a foul thing. Her whip, of cricket's bone; the lash of film: i Serv. Away with the joint-stools, remove Her waggoner, a small grey-coated goat, the court-cupboard, † look to the plate :-good Not half so big as a round little worm thou, save me a piece of marchpane ; and, as Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut,
Grindstone, and Nell.-Antony! and Potpan! Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, 2 Serv. Ay, boy; ready. Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. 1 Serv. You are looked for, and called for, And in this state she gallops night by night asked for, and sought for, in the great chamber. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream 2 Serv. 'We cannot be here and there too. of love:
(straight: Cheerly, boys; be brisk a while, and the longer On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies liver take all.
(They retire behind. * Observe.
* A place in court. # It was anciently the custom to strew rooms with rushes. tle Fairy-locks, locks of hair clotted and tangled in
This is equivalent to phrases in common use.--I am the night. done for, it is over with me.
1 A cupboard set in a corner like a beaufet on which the Atoms.
plate was placed