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Servants to Capulet.

MEN.
ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
PAKIS, Kinsman to the Prince.
MONTAGUE, Heads of two Houses at variance with each
CAPULET, :3 other.
ROMEO, Son to Montague.
MERCUTIO, ?

Friends of Romeo.
BENVOL10,
TYBALT, Kinsman to Capulet.
An old Mar, his Cousin.
Friar LAWRENCE, a Franciscan,
Friar John, of the same order.
BALTHASAR, Servant to Romeo,
SAMPSON,
GREGORY,
ABRAM, Servant to Montague,
Three Musicians.
PITER.

WOMEN.
Lady MONTAGUE, Wife 10 Montague.
Lady CAPULIT, Wife to Capulet.
JUI ILT, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo.
Nurse to Juliet.
CHORUS,Boy, Page to Paris, an Officer, an Apothecary.
Citizens of Perana, several Men and Women, relations to

borb Houses; Maskers, Guards, Watch and other Ala

tendants, The Scene, in the beginning of the fifth act, is in Mantua;

during all the rest of the play, at Verona.

ROMEO and JULIET.

ACT 1. SCENE 1.

A Street. Enter SAMPSON, and GREGORY, two

Servants of CAPULET.

Sampson.
GREGORY, o'my word, we'll not carry coals.

Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.'
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 strike quickly, being mov'd.
Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike.
Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves

me.

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Greg. To move, isto stir; and to be valiant, is--to stand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou sunn'st away.

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

Greg.

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

Sam. True; and therefore wonen, being the weaker vessels, 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 shew myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

Greg. The heads of the maids ?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maiden.

take it in what sense thou wilt.
Greg. 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.

31 Greg. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of the Montagues.

Enter ABRAM, and BALTHASAR.
Sam. My naked weapon is out;: quarrel, I will
back thee.
· Greg: How? turn thy back, and run?

Sam. Fear me not.
Greg. No, marry ; I fear thee!

Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

:41 Greg,

Greg. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list,

Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to théin, 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.

30 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. Wen, sir.

Enter BENVOLIO. Greg. Say--better; here comes one of myy master's kinsmen.

60 Sam. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lye. Sam. Draw, if

you be men..-Gregory, tenémber thy swashing blow.

[They fighti Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords ; You know not what you do.

Enter TYBALT. Tyb. What, are thou drawn among these heartless hinds? B

Turn

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.

70 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. Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans / strike! beat them

down! Down with the Capulets ! down with the Montagues ! Enter Old CAPULET, in his Gown; and Lady CAPULET.

Cap. What noise is this ?-Give me my long sword, ho!

La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch !-Why call you for a sword ?

Cap. My sword, I say !-old Montague is come, And Aourishes his blade in spight of me.

8 Enter old MONTAGUE, and Lady MONTAGUE.

Mon. Thou villain, Capulet, Hold me not, let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe,

Enter Prince, with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

Will

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