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weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague's men from tbe wall, and thrust bis maids to the wall.

Gre. 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; I will cut off their beads.

Gre. The heads of the maids?

San. 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.

Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of 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, marry :-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.

Sum. 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 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,

ROMEO AND JULIET.
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good

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a man as you.

Abr. No better,
Sam. Well, sir.

their men.

ROVEO AND JLIET. 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

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will shew myself a tyrant When I bave fought with the men, I will be erael with the maids; I will cut off their beads.

Gre. The heads of the maids?

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maide. beads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel i

Sum. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand; and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh; Gre. 'Tis well

, thou are not tish; if thou balst, thoa hadst been poor' John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of Montagues.

Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. thee.

Gre. How! turn thy back, and run?
Sam. Fear me not.
Gre. No, marry :-) fear thee!

Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will beck

Enter 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 tight. Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords; you know not what you do.

(Beuts down their Swords.

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 Montagues, and thee.
Have at thee, coward.

[They fight.
Enter several Persons of both Houses, who join the Fray:

then enter Citizens, with Clubs and Partisans.
1 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,

bo!
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.

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Sum. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my them; which is a disgrace to thein, if they bear ll.

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, siri but I bite my thumb, sir.

Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
Abr. Quarrel, sir ? no, sir.

Enter MONTAGUE, and Lady MONTAGUE.
Mon. Thou villain Capulet !-Hold me not; let me

go.
La. Mon. Thou sbalt not stir one 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 bo! 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 PrinceThree civil brawls, 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 Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, 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

all the rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me; And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. [Eseunt Prince and Attendants; CAPULET, La.

Cap. TYBALT, Citizens, and Servants. 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 bis sword prepar'd;
Which, as be breath'd defiance to my ears,

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He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd bim in scorn.
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.
Lu. Mon. Oh! where is Romeo? saw you him to-

day!
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray,

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worship'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore,
That westward rooteth from this city-side,
So early walking did I see your son.
Towards him I made ; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood.
1, measuring his affections by my own,

found-
Being one too many by my weary self,
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn’d'who gladly fled from me.

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Enter Montague, and Laps Montague.
Mon. Thou villain Capalet !Hold me not; let ne

go.
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek 3 he.

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 betekets,
That quench the fire of your pernicious ragę
With purple fountains issuing from your reins,
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 brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturbid the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, 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;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
(Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capuler

, L.,
Cap. Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants

,
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 prepar'd,
Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,

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Mon. Many a morning bath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,

Should in the furthest east begin to draw

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs ;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
The shady curtains from

Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals bome my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
And makes himself an artificial night.
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
Mon, I neither know it, nor can learn of him.

Ben, Have you importun'd him by any means?
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Mon. Both by myself and many other friends;

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