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ROMEO AND JULIET.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Escalus, prince of Verona.

An Apothecary.
Paris, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince Three Musicians.
Montague, heads of two houses, at variance soith Chorus. Boy.
Capulei,
each other.

Page to Paris.
An Old Man, uncle to Capulet.

Peter. An Officer.
Romeo, son to Montague.
Mercutio, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Lady Montague, wife to Montague.
Romeo.

Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet.
Benvolio, nephero to Monlague, and friend to Juliet, daughter lo Capulet.
Romeo.

Nurse to Juliet.
Tybalt, nephew lo Lady Capulet.
Friar Laurence, a Franciscan.

Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women, reFriar John, of ihe same order.

lations to both houses ; Maskers, Guards, WatchBalthazar, servant lo Romeo.

men, and Altendants. Sampson, servants to Capulet. Gregory, s

Scene, during the greater part of the play, in Veron Abram, servant lo Montague.

na: once, in the fifth act, at Mantua.

PROLOGUE.

stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of

Montague's. Two households, both alike in dignity,

Gre. That shows thee a weak slave ; for the In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

weakest goes to the wall. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,

Sam. True; and therefore women, being the Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall :-thereFrom forth the fatal loins of these two foes

fore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ;

thrust his maids to the wall. Whose misadventur'd, piteous overthrows

Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.

their men. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will shot myself a tyrant: And the continuance of their parents' rage,

when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel Which, but their children's end, nought could re-1

with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

Gre. The heads of the maids ? move, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maid. The which is you with patient ears attend,

enheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.

Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand : and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not 'fish; if thou hadst, ACT I.

thou hadst been poor John.” Draw thy tool; here

comes two of the house of the Montagues.'
SCENE I.-A public place. Enter Sampson
and Gregory, armed with swords and bucklers.

Enter Abram and Balthazar.
Sampson.

Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will

back thee. GREGORY, o'my word, we'll not carry coals.' | Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ? Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.

Sam. Fear me not. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out or Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them the collar.

begin. Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.

| Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. take it as they list.

Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves Sam, Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb me.

at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they Gre. To move, is-to stir ; and to be valiant, is--bear it.' to stand to it: therefore, ir thou art moved, thou Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ? runn'st away.

| Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ?

(1) A phrase formerly in use to signify the bear (2) Poor John is hake, dried and salted. ing injuries.

(3) The disregard of concord is in character. VOL. 11.

SQ

Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay? For this time, all the rest depart away:
Gre. No.

You, Capulei, shall go along with me;
Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, And, Montague, come vou "his afternoon,
sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.

To know our further pleasure in this case, Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?

To old Free-town, our cominon judgmen-place. Abr. Quarrel, sir ? no, sir.

Once more, on pain of death, all men depari. Sam. If you do, sir, : am for you; I serve as Ere, Prince, and liendants; Capulet, Lady good a man as you.

Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants. Abr. No better.

| Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Sam. Well, sir.

Sptak, nephew, were you by, when it began ?

Ben. llere were the servants of your adversary, Enler Benvolio, al a distance.

And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: Gre, Say-betler; here comes one of my mas- I drew lo part them; in the instant came ter's kinsmen.

The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Sam. Yes, better, sir.

Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, Abr. You lie.

He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remem- Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him ir scon: ber thy swashing blow.

[They fight. While we were interchanging thrusts and blous Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know Came more and more, and sought on part and part, not what you do. [Beats down their swords. Till the prince came, who parted cither part."

| La. Mon. 0, where is Romco ?-saw you him Enter Tybalt.

to-day? Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heart- Right glad I am, he was not at this fray, less hinds?

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sua Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Peer'd' forth the golden window of the east,

Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, A troubled miod drave me to walk abroad Or manage it to part these men with me.

Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore, Tyb. What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate That westward rcoteth from the city's side, the word,

So early walking did I see your son: As I hate hell, all' Montagues, and thee :

Towards him I made ; but he was 'ware of me, Have at thee, coward.

They fight. And stole into the covert of the wood: Enter several Partizans of both houses, who join the

1, measuring his affections by my own,

ne That most are busied when they are most alone, fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs.

Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his, 1 Čit. Clubs,' bills, and partizans! strike! beat And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. them down!

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Down with the Capulets! down with the Monta. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: Enter Capulet, in his gown; and Lady Capulet.

But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

Should in the furthest east begin to draw Cap. What noise is this ?-Give me my long the shady curtains from Aurora's bed, sworu, ho!

Away from light steals home my heavy son, La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for And private in his chamber pens himsell; a sword?

Shuts up his windows, locks fair day-light out, Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is come, And makes himself an artificial night: And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Black and portentous must this humour prove, Enter Montague and Lady Montague.

Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.

Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek Mon. Both by mysell, and many other friends : a soe.

But he, his own affections' counsellor,

Is to himself-I will not say, how true-
Enter Prince, with Attendants.

But to himself so secret and so close,
Prince, Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, So far from sounding and discovery,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you beasts, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, On pain or torture, from those bloody hands . We would as willingly give cure, as know. Throw your mistemper'da weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

Enter Romeo, at a distance. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

Ben. See, where he comes : So please you, step By thee, old Capulet and Montague,

aside; Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. And made Verona's ancient citizens

Mon, I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away. To wield old partizans, in hands as old,

[Exeunt Montague and Lady. Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Ben. Good morrow, cousin. If ever you disturb our streets again,

Rom.

Is the day so young? Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom.

Ah me! sad hours seem long. (1) Clubs ! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the streets, as we now call Watoh !

(2) Angry. (3) Appeared.

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Was that my father that went hence so fast? To merit bliss by making me despair: Ben. It was :-What sadness leagthens Romeo's She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, hours?

Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Rom. Not having that, which having, makes them Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. short.

Rom. (), teach me how I should forget to think. Ben. In love?

Ben, By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Rom. Out

Examine other beauties. Ben. Or love?

Rom.

'Tis the way Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. To call hers, exquisite, in question more:

Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair ;

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget Should, without eves, see pathways to his will ! [The precious treasure of his evesight lost: Where shall we dine ?-0 me! — What fray was Show me a mistress that is passing fair, here?

What doth her beauty serve, but as a note Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair ? Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:- Farewell; thou canst noi teach me to furyet. Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!

Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. O any thing, of nothing first create !

- (Ertunt. O heavy lightness ! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms !

SCENE II.-A street. Enter Capulet, Paris, Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health;

and Servant. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

Car. And Montague is bound as well as I, This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

In penalty alike ; and 'tis not hard, I think, Dost thou not laugh?

For men so old as we to keep the peace. Ben.

No, coz, I rather weep. Par. Of honourable reckonings are you both, Rom. Good heart, at what ?

And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. Ben.

At thy good heart's oppression. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit ? Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.

Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before : Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; My child is vet a stranger in the world, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; With more of thine : this love, that thou hast shown, Let two more summers wither in their pride, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs ; Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Cay. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. Bemg vex d, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, What is it else ? a madness most discreet,

She is the hopeful lady of my earth: A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, Farewell, my coz.

I Going. My will to her consent is but a part: Ben.

Sort, I will go along; And she agree, within ber scope of choice And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Lies my consent, and fair according voice. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This night I hold an old accustom': least, This is not Romeo, he's some other where

Whereto I have invited many a guest, Ben. Tell me in sadness,' who she is you love. Such as I love; and you, among the store, Ron. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? One more, inost welcome, makes my number Ben,

Groan? why, no;

more. But sadly tell me, who.

| At my poor house, look to behold this night Rom, Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: | Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!

Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

When well-apparell'd April on the heel Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. Olinping winter treads, even such delight Rom. A right good marksman !And she's fair Among fresh female buds shall you this night I love.

Inherit at my house; hear all, all see, Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, Viih Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit; May stand in number, though in reckoning none. And, in strong proof of chastity well armid, Come, go with me ;-Go, sirrah, trudge about From love's weak childish bow she lives unharın'd. Through fair Verona; find those persons out, She w' not stay the siege of loving terms, Whose names are written there, (Gives a paper.] Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

and to them say, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:

My house and welcome on their pleasures stay. (), she is rich in beauty ; only poor,

(Exeunt Capulet and Paris, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. I Sery. Find them out, whose names are written * Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still here? It is written-that the shoemaker should live chaste ?

meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his waste;

nets ; but I am sent to find those persons, whose For beauty, stary'd with her severity,

names are here wril, and can never find what Cuts beauty off from all posterity,

names the writing person hath here writ. I must Sbe is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,

to the learned :-In good time. (1) In seriousness.

(4) To inheril, in the language of Shakspeare, is (2) i. e. What end does it answer.

to possess. I (3) Account, estimation.

I (5) Estimation.

Enter Benvolio and Romeo.

SCENE II.A room in Capulet's house. Enter

Lady Capulet and Nurse. Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's

mer La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter ? call her

, burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;

forth to me.

Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head, at twelve Turn giddy, and be holp by backward lurning;

year old, One desperate grief cures with another's languish:),

1 bade her come.—What, lamb! what, ladyTako thou some new infection to thy eye,

bird! And the rank poison of the old will die.

Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. God forbid !--Where's this girl ?--what, Juliet ! Ben. For what, I pray thee?

Enter Juliet. Rom.

For your broken shin. Jul. How now, who calls ? Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad ?

Nurse,

Your mother. Rom. Nol mad, but bound more than a mad

| Jul.

Madam, I am here. man is :

What is your will ? Shut up in prison, kept without my food,

La Cap. This is the matter :-Nurse, give leave Whipp'd, and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good

a while, fellow.

We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; Serv. God gigood e'en.-I pray, sir, can you I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. read?

Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.

Nurse. 'Faith, 'I can tell her age unto an hour. Serv. Perhaps you have learn'd it without book: La. Cap. She's not fourteen. But I pray, can you read any thing you see?

Nurse.

I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the language. And yet, to my teen' be it spoken, I have but four, Serv. Ye say honestly; Rest you merry! She is not fourteen : How long is it now Rom, Stay, fellow, I can read. [Reads. To Lammas-lide ? Sirnor Martino, and his wife, and daughters;

| La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days.

Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, County Anselme, and his beauteous sislers ; The Come Lammas-eve at night, shall she be fourteen. laily widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio, and

a Susan and she,-God rest all Christian souls ! his lovely nieces; Mercutio, and his brother Val-we entine : Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daugh-She was too good for me: But, as I said,

Were of an age.- Well, Susan is with God; Ters: My fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen : Yalentio, and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the That shall she, marry; I remember it well. lively Helena.

| 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years ; A fair assembly ; [Gives back the note.) Whither And she was wean'd, - I never shall forget it, should they come ?

of all the days of the year, upon that day: Serv. Up.

For I had then laid wormwood to my dng, Rom. Whither ?

Sitting in the sun under the dove house wall, Serv. To zupper; to our house.

My lord and you were then at Mantua :Rom. Whose house?

Nay, I do bear a brain :--but, as I said, Sere. My master's,

When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that be of my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool! fore.

To see it tetchy, and fall out with the dug. Bery. Now I'll tell you without asking: My Shake, quoth the dove house: 'twas no need, I tror, master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not To bid me trudge. of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush And since that lime it is eleven years : a cup of wine. Rest you merry.

(Erit. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood, Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's She could have run and waddled all about. Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; For even the day before, she broke her brow : With all the admired beauties of Verona :

And then my husband God be with his soul ! Go thither; and, with unattainted eve,

'A was a merry man ;-took up the child: Compare her face with some that I shall show, Yea, quoth he, dost thou fall upon thy face? And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Thou joilt fall backward, when thou hast more wil;

Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Wilt thou not, Jule ? and by my holy-dam,' Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! The pretty wretch left crying, and saiddy: And these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,- To see now, how a jest shall come about! Transparent heretios, be burnt for liars !

I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun I never should forget it; Will thou nol, Jule ? Ne'er saw her match, since first the world begun.

Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, And, pretty fool, it stinted, and said ly. Herself pois'di with herself in either eye:

La. Cap. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd.

w peace. ☺ Your lady's love against some other maid

Nurse. Yes, madam ; Yet I cannot choose but That I will show you, shining at this feast,

laugh, And she shall scant show well, that now shows To think it should leave crying, and saydy: best.

And yet I warrant, it had upon its brow
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, A bump as big as a young cockrel's stone;
But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. (Exeunt.

(5) i. e. I have a perfect remembrance or recal (1) We still say in cant language-o crack a lection. . baltle.

(6) The cross. (2) Weighed. (3) Scarce, hardly. (7) Holy dame, i. e. the blessed Virgin. (4) To my sorrow.

I (8) It stopped crying.

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