ROMEO AND JULIET. ACT I. SCENE 1-4 Public Place. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with swords and bucklers. Sampson. GREGORY, O'my word, we'll not carry coals.' Gre. No, for then we shall be colliers. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. collar. Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, is-to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'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. Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, 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. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids ; I will cut off their heads. Gre. The heads of the maids ? Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. 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. [1] Dr. Warburton very justly observes, that this was a phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing injuries. STEEV. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been Poor John.2 Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run? Sam. Fear me not. Gre. No, narry: I fear thee! Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. Gre. 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 ;3 which in a disgrace to them, 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? Gre. No. Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. Gre. 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. Well, sir. Erter BENVOLIO, at a distance. Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do. [Beats down their swords. Enter TYBALT. Tyb.What,art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? [2] Poor John is hake, dried and salted. MALONE. [3] Dr. Lodge. in a pamphlet called Wits Miserie, &c. 1596, has this pas sage: "Behold next i see Contempt marching forth, giving mee the fico with his thombe in his mouth." In a translation from Stephens's Apology for Herodotus, 1607, I meet with these words: "It is said of the Italians, if they once bite their fingers' ends in a threatening manner, God knows, if they ses upon their enemie face to face, it is because they cannot assail him behind bis backe." STEEV. 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. Tyb. What, drawn,and talk of peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee : Have at thee, coward. [They fight. Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. Cit.Clubs,bills,and partizans! strike ! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues ! Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and Lady CAPULET. Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my long sword,4 ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a sword? Cap. My sword, I say!-old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter 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. Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Will they not hear what ho! you men, you beasts, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partizans, in hands as old, Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate : If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me ; [4] The long sword was the sword used in war, which was sometimes wielded with both hands. JOHNSON. And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, La. Mon. O, where is Romeo!-saw you him'to-day? Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Ben. Have you impórtun'd him by any means? Is to himself I will not say, how true- Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, Enter ROMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Ben. But new struck nine. [Exe. MONT. and Lady. Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Ben. It was:-What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them short. Ben. In love? Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine?-O me !-What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thou not laugh? Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. |