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Scalus, Prince of Verona.
Lady Mountague, Wife to Mountague.
Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in Love with Romeo.
Citizens of Verona, several Men and Women Re/ations to Capulet, Maskers, Guards, and other Attendants. **
The SCENE, in the beginning of the Fifth Aff, is in Mantua , during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona.
SA AZ P.S. O. W.
Greg., Ay, while you live, draw your Neck out o'th. Collar.
to the Wall. Wo L. V.
B 2. Sam,
have fought with the Men, I will be civil with the Maids,
and cut off their Heads.
Sam. Ay, the Heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads,
Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say better: here comes one of my Master's Kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better. Abr. You Lie. Sam. Draw, if you be Men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, Fools, put up your Swords, you know not what you do. Enter Tybalt. Tjb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless Hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy Death. Ben. I do but keep the Peace; put up thy Sword, Or manage it to part these Men with me. 77%. What draw, and talk of Peace? I hate the word As I hate Hell, all Mountagues and thee: Have at thee, Coward. [Fight. Enter three or four Citizens with Clubs, Offic. Clubs, Bills, and Partisans ! strike! beat them down, Down with the Capulets, down with the Mountagues. Enter old Capulet in his Gown, and Lady Capulet. Cap. What noise is this? Give me my long Sword, hot La. Cap. A Crutch, a Crutch: why call you for a Sword? Cap. A Sword, I say : Old Mountague is come, And fleurishes his Blide in spight of me. Enter old Mountague and Lady Mountague. Moun. Thou Villain, Capulet—Hold me not, let mego. La. AMoun. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a Foe. Enter Prince with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious Subjećts, Enemies to Peace, Prophaners of this Neighbour-stained Steel Will they not hear? What ho, you Men, you Beasts, That quench the Fire of your pernicious Rage, With purple Fountains issuing from your veins: Qn pain of Torture, from these 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 Mountague, Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our Streets, And made Perona's antient Citizens Cast by their grave beseeming Ornaments, - B 3 To
2.078 Romeo and Juliet, - |
To wield old Partisans, in Hands as old,
To old Free-town, our common Judgment-place: o
Once more, on pain of Death, all Men depart.