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ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.

Paris, a young Nobleman in love with Juliet, and Kinsman to the Prince.

Mountague, Two Lords of ancient Families, Enemies to Capulet, Seach other.

Romeo, Son to Mountague.

Mercutio, Kinfman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo. Benvolio, Kinfman and friend to Romeo.

Tybalt, Kinfman to Capulet,

Friar Lawrence.

Friar John.

Balthafar, Servant to Romeo.
Page to Paris.

Sampfon, Servants to Capulet.
Gregory,

Abram, Servant to Mountague.

Apothecary.

Peter, Servant to the Nurfe.

Lady Mountague, Wife to Mountague.

Lady Capulet, Wife to Capulet.

Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo.
Nurse to Juliet.

Citizens of Verona, feveral men and women relations to Capulet, Muficians, Maskers, Guards, and other Attendants.

The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth At, is in Mantua; during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona. POPE.

The Plot taken from an Italian Novel of Bandello.

POPE.

ROMEO

ROMEO and JULIET.

ACT I. SCENE I.

The Street in Verona.

Enter Samplon and Gregory, with fwords and bucklers, two Servants of the Capulets.

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SAMPSON.

REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry coals.
Greg. No, for then we fhould be colliers.
Sam. I ftrike quickly, being mov'd.

Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike.
Sam. A dog of the houfe of Mountague moves

Greg. To move, is to ftir; and to be valiant, is to ftand therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'ft away. Sam. A dog of that houfe fhall move me to ftand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Mountague's. Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave, for the weakest goes to the wall.

Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakest veffels, are ever thruft to the wall: therefore I will push Mountague's men from the wall, and thruft his maids to

the wall.

Greg. The quarrel is between our mafters, and us their

men.

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Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew my felf a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.

Greg. The heads of the maids?

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads, take it in what fenfe thou wilt.

Greg. They must take it in fense that feel it.

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

Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish: if thou hadft, thou hadft been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Mountagues.

Enter Abram and Balthafar.

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 fides: let them begin. Greg. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they lift.

Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is a difgrace 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 fide, if I fay ay?
Greg. No.

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 ferve as good

a man as you.

Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, Sir.

Enter

Enter Benvolio.

Greg. Say better: here comes one of my mafter's kinfmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir.

Abr. You lie.

Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy fwashing blow.

[They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know not what you do.

Enter Tybalt.

Tyb. 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 fword, Or manage it to part thefe men with me.

Tyb. What! drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Mountagues, and thee:

Have at thee, coward.

Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.

[Fight.

Offic. Clubs, bills, and partizans! ftrike! beat them down!

Down with the Capulets, down with the Mountagues!

Enter old Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet. Cap. What noife is this? give me my long fword, ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch: why call you for a fword? Cap. A fword, I fay: old Mountague is come, And flourishes his blade in fpight of me.

Enter old Mountague and Lady Mountague.

Moun. Thou villain, Capulet-Hold me not, let me go.
La. Moun. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foc.

Enter Prince with Attendants.

Prin. Rebellious fubjects, enemies to peace,
Prophaners of this neighbour-ftained steel
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Will

Will they not hear? what ho! you men, you beafts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage,
With purple fountains iffuing from your veins:
On pain of torture, from thofe bloody hands
Throw your mif-temper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the fentence of your moved Prince.
Three civil broils, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Mountague,
Have thrice difturb'd the quiet of our ftreets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Caft by their grave befeeming ornaments,
To wield old partizans in hands as old.
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives fhall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time all the reft depart away,
You, Capulet, fhall go along with me;
And, Mountague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this cafe,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place:
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c.

SCENE

II.

La. Moun. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began ?; Ben. Here were the fervants of your adversary, And yours, clofe fighting, ere I did approach; I drew to part them: In the inftant came The fiery Tybalt, with his fword prepar❜d, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He fwung about his head, and cut the winds. While we were interchanging thrufts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the Prince came.

La. Moun. O, where is Romeo? faw you him to-day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd fun Peep'd through the golden window of the Eaft,

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