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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 disgrace to them if they bear it.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir ?
Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my thumb, Sir.
Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir ?
Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you ; I serve as good 2 man, as you,
Abr. No better.
3 Enter Benvolio, Greg. Say, better. Here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
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.
Enter Tybalt. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless
hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
3 Enter Benvolio.] Much of Spear, since we find it in that of this scene is added lince the first the year 1599.
Pope, edition, but probably by ShakeB4
Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword,
T Have at thee, coward.
71;-) Enter three or four citizens with clubs, 2 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans ! ftrike! beat them
down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues !
Enter old Capulet in bis gown, and lady Capulet.
sword? Cap. My sword, I say: old Montaguse is come. And flourishes his blade in spight of me.
Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet
Hold me not,
let me go
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince with attendants.
4 give me my long fword.] The in war, which was sometimes long Favord was the sword used wicided with both hands.
With purple fountains-issuing from your veins ;
[Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c.
La. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach; Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, And
yours, close fighting, ere I did approach ; I drew to part them: In the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepard, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss’d him in fcorn, While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the Prince came, who parted either Part.,
La. Mon. O where is Romeo ! Saw you him to day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Sun.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there' been feen
his windows, locks fair day-light out,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means ?
$ That maff are busted, &c.] E-6 And gladly funn'd, &c.] The dition 1597. Instead of which ten lines following, not in ediit is in the other editions chusa
tion. 1597, but in the next of - by my own.
mot might not be found," &c.] These two speeches also
serted in 1999.
is to himself, I will not say, how true;
Ben. See, where he comes. So please you, step aside, I'll know his grievance, or be much deny’d.
Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay
Rom. Ah me, sad hours seem long!
Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
short. Ben. In love? Rom. Out
8 Or dedicate his beauty to the folete spelling, Sume; which
Same.) When we come to brings it nearer to the traces of consider, that there is some the corrupied text. THBOBO power else bt fides belmy'air, that I cannot but suspect that some brings forth, and makes the ten lines are lott, which connected der buds spread themselves, I do this simile more closely with the not think it improbable that the foregoing speech; these lines, if Poet wrote;
fuch there were, lamented the Colton
danger that Romeo will die of * Or dedicate his beauty to the Sun. his melancholy, before his virtues
or abilities are known to the Or, according to the more ob. world.