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ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
to the Prince. Mountague, Two Lords of ancient Families, Enemies to
each other. Romeo, Son to Mountague. Mercutio, Kinsman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo. Benvolio, Kinsman and friend to Romeo. Tybalt, Kinsman to Capulet, Friar Lawrence. Friar John. Balthafar, Servant to Romeo. Page to Paris. Samplon; } Servants to Capulet. Abram, Servant to Mountague. Apothecary. Peter, Servant to the Nurse.
Lady Mountague, Wife to Mountague.
Citizens of Verona, several men and women relations to Capulet, Musicians, Maskers, Guards, and other Attendants.
The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth An, is in Mantua; during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona.
The Plot taken from an Italian Novel of Bandello.
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and bucklers,
two Servants of the Capulets.
Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.
Sam. A dog of the house of Mount ague moves me.
Greg. To move, is to ftir ; and to be valiant, is to stand : therefore, if thou art mov'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 Mountague's.
Greg. That Thews thee a weak nave, for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakest vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Mountague'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 my self 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 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.
Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish: if thou hadft, thou hadit been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Mountagues.
Enter Abram and Balthasar.
Greg. How? turn thy back and run ?
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 chumb, Sir.
Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir?
Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better,
Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say better : here comes one of my master's kin men.
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.
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 Mountagues, and thee : Have at thee, coward.
[Fight. Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. Ofic. Clubs, bills, and partizans ! strike ! beat them
down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Mountagues !
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. A sword, I say: old Mountague is come,
Enter old Mountague and Lady Mountague.
Enter Prince with Attendants.
Will they not hear ? what ho! you men, you beasts,
[Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c.
S CE N E II.
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
La. Moun. 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 Peep'd through the golden window of the East,