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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

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ESCALUS, Prince of Ve Sampfon, fervant to Capulet.

Gregory, Jervant to Capulet. Paris, a young nobleman in Abram, servant to Montaguila love with juliet, and kin pothecary. man to the Prince.

Simon Catling,

three two Lords of Hugh Rebeck, mulMontague, ancient fami- | Sanuel Soundboard, cians. Capulet, lies, enemies Peter, servant to the nurse.

to each other. Lady Montague, wife toRomeo, fon to Montague. Montague. Mercutió, kinsinan to the Lady Capulet, wife to Capu

Prince', and friend to let.
Romeo

Juliet, daughter to Capulet, Benvolio, kinsmanand-frieud in love with Romeo. to Romeo.

Narfe 10 Juliet.
Tybalt, kinsinar to Capulet. Chorus.
Friar Lawrence.

Citizens of Verona, several Friar john

men and women relations to Balthalar, servant to Romeo. Gapulet, Malkers, Guards, Page to Paris,

Watch and otherattendants The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth a 7, is in Man

tua, during all the rest of the play, in and near Verona..

PROLOGUE.

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WO housholds, both alike in dignity,

In fair Verona, (where we lay our scene ), From ancient grudge break to new mutiny ;

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,

A pair of far-crofs'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Do, with their death, bury their parents' ftrife.. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

Ånd the continuance of their parents' rage, *-Tnę plot of this play is taken from an Italian novel of Bandella. A 2

Which

Which but their childrens' end nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here jhall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

ACT

I.

SC E N E

I.

The street in Verona.
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with fwords and bucklers,

two fervants of the Capulets. Sam.

REGORY, on 'my word, we'll not

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carry coals *.

Greg. No; for then we should be col.

liers. 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.

Greg. To move, is to stir; and to be valiant, is to ftand: therefore, if thou art moy'd, thou runn'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. That shews thee a weak slave; for the weakest

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goes to the wall.

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Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weakest, 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, and cut off their heads.

Greg. The heads of the maids ?

Sant. Ay, the heads of the maids, or the maiden. heads, take it in what sense thou wilt. Greg. They must take it in sense that feel it. * A phrase then in use, to fignify the bearing injuries.

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

Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish : if thou hadít, 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 backa 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 disgrace to them if they bear it. ; Abr. Do

you
bite your

thumb' at us, Sir?
Sam. I do hite my thumb, Sir,
cbr. Do

you
bite

your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. Is the law on our fide, if. I lay Ay? Greg. No.

Sam. No, Sir; I do not bite my thunib at you, Sir : but I bite my thumb, Sir.

Greg Do you quarrel, Sir?
Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir.

Sam. It you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as yoll..

obr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir.

Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say, better : here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir.
Abr. You lye.

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.

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Enter Tybalt.
Tjb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death [hinds ?

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.

[Fight.
Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.
of Clabs, bills, and partisans ! ftrike! 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 flourishes his blade in spight of me.

Énter old Montague, and Lady Montague.
Mon. Thou villain, Capulet Hold me not, let

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me go.

La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe,

Enter Prince with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel
Will they not hear ? what ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins;
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands,
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved Prince.
Three civil broils, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets ;
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cait by their grave, beseeming ornaments;

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