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Maugre* thy strength, youth, place, and emi- | And, when 'tis told, 0, that my heart would nence,

The bloody proclaluation to escape, [burstDespite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune, | That follow'd me so near, ( our lives' sweetThy valour, and thy heart,-thou art a traitor:

ness! False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince; Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift And, froin the extremest upward of thy head, Into a madman's rags; to assume a sem. To the descent and dust beneath thy feet,

blance A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou, No, That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are Met I my father with his bleeding riogs, bent

Their precious stones new lost; became his To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak

[despair; Thou liest.

Led him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name;t Never (O fault!) reveal'd myself unto him, But, since thy outside looks so fair and war- Until some half hour past, when I was arm’d, like,

[breathes, | Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, And that thy tongue some 'sayt of breeding I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last What safe and nicely I might well delay Told him my pilgrimage: But his fiaw'd By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn:

heart, Back do I toss these treasons to thy head; |(Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) With the hell-hated lie o’erwhelm thy heart; \'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Which, (for they get glance by, and scarcely | Burst smilingly. bruise,)

[way, Edm. This speech of yours hath mov'd me, This sword of mine shall give them instant And shall, perchance, do good: but speak Where they shall rest for ever.- Trumpets,

you on; speak.

You look as you had something more to say. Alarums.They fight.-EDMOND falls. Alb. If there be more, more woeful, hold it Alb. O save him, save him!

For I am almost ready to dissolve, (in; Gon. This is mere practice, Gloster: Hearing of this. By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to Edg. This would have seem'd a period answer

To such as love not sorrow; but another, An unknown opposite; thou art not van To amplify too much, would make much more, But cozen'd and beguil'd. [quish'd, And top extremity.

(man, Alb. Shut your mouth, dame,

Whilst I was big in clamour, came there a Or with this paper shall I stop it :-Hold, Sir: | Who having scen me in my worst estate, Thou worse than any name, read thine own Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding evil :

Who 'twas that so endur'd, with his strong No tearing, lady; I perceive, you know it.

arins sGires the Letter to EDMUND. He fasten'd on my neck, and bellow'd out Gon. Say, if I do; the laws are mine, not As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my faWho shall arraign me for't?


ther; Alb. Most monstrous!

Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him, Know'st thou this paper?

That ever ear receiv'd: which in recounting Gon. Ask me not what I know.

His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life

(Exit GONERIL. Began to crack: Twice then the trumpet Alb. Go after her: she's desperate; govern

sounded, her. [To an OFFICER, acho goes out. And there I left him tranc'd. Edm. What you have charg'd me with, that Alb. But who was this? have I done;

(out; Edg. Kent, Sir, the banish'd Kent; who in And more, much more: the time will bring it

disguise 'Tis past, and so am I: But what art thou, Follow'd his enemy king, and did him service That hast this fortune on me? If thou art noble, Improper for a slave. I do forgive thee.

Enter a GENTLEMAN hastily, with a bloody
Edg. Let's exchange charity.
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;

If more, the more thou hast wrong'd mc. Gent. Help! help! O help!
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son. Edg. What kind of help?
The gods are just, aud of our pleasant vices Alb. Speak, man.
Make instruments to scourge us:

Edg. What means that bloody knile?
The dark and vicious place where thee he got, Gent. 'Tis hot, it smokes ;
Cost him his eyes.

It came even from the heart of
Edm. Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true; Alh. Who, man? speak.
The wheel is come full circle ; I am here. Gent. Your lady, Sir, your lady: and her

Alb. Methought, thy very gait did prophesy By hei is poison'd; she confesses it. (sister A royal nobleness :-I must embrace thee; Edm. I was contracted to them both; all Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I

Now marry in an instant,

[three Did hate thee, or thy father!

| Alb. Produce their bodies, be they alive or Edg. Worthy prince,

dead! I know it well.

This judgement of the heavens, that makes us Alb. Where have you hid yourself? [ther?

tremble, How have you known the miseries of your fa- Touches us not with pity. [Exit GENTLEMAN. Edg. By nursing them, my lord.List|| a brief

Enter Kent. tale ;

Edg. Here comes Kent, Sir. * Notwithstanding.

Alb. ()! it is he.
+ Because if his adversary was not of equal rank, Ed.
mund might have declined the combat.

The time will not allow the complicat,

|| Hear. Which very manners urges.


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Kent. I am come

| Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and To bid my king and master aye* good night; One of them we behold.

(hated, Is he not here?

Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Alh. Great thing of us forgot!

Kent? Speak, Edmund, where's the king?and where's Kent. The same;

[Caius? Cordelia?

| Your servant Kent: Where is your servant See'st thou this object, Kent?

Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you [The Bodies of GONERIL and REGAN


(rotten. cre brought in.

He'll strike, and quickly too :-He's dead and Kent. Alack, why ties?

Kent. No, my good lead; I am the very Edm. Yet Edmund was belov'd:

man; The one the other poison'd for my sake,

Lear. I'll see that straight. And after slew herself.

Kent. That, from your first of difference and Alb. Even so.-Cover their faces.

Have follow'd your sad steps. [decay, Edm. I pant for life:-Some good I mean to 1 Lear. You are welcome hither.

Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,

and deadly.

(selves, Be brief in it,--to the castle; for my writ Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd themIs on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia : And desperately are dead. Nay, send in time.

Lear. Ay, so I think. Alb. Run, run, 0, run

Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain Edg. To who, my lord?- Who has the of. That we present us to him.

fit is

Edg. Very bootless.*
Thy token of reprieve.
Édm. Well thought on; take my sword,

Enter an Officer.
Give it the captain.

Of. Edmund is dead, my lord. Alb. Haste thee, for thy life. (Exit EDGAR. Alb. That's but a trifle here.Edm. He hath commission from thy wife | You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. and me

What comfort to this great decayt may come, To hang Cordelia in the prison, and

Shall be applied: For us, we will resign, To lay the blame upon her own despair,

During the life of this old majesty, That she fordid herself.t

To him our absolute power:-You, to your Alb. The gods defend her! Bear bin hence

rights; [To EDGAR and KENT. awhile.

(EDMUND is borne od | With boot. t and such additions as your honours Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his Arms; Have more than merited.-All friends shall EDGAR, OFFICER, and others.

taste Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!-0, you are The

The wages of their virtue, and all foes

| The cup of their deservings.-0, see, see! men of stones; Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so

Lear. Aud my poor fool|| is hang'd! No, no,

no life: That heaven's vault should crack :-0, she is Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,

gone for ever! I know when one is dead, and when one lives;

And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come She's dead as earth:-Lend me a looking

no more,

Never, never, never, never, never! glass; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,

Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, Sir.

Do you see this? Look on her,-look,-ber Why, then she lives. Kent. Is this the promis'd end ?:


Look there, look there! Edg. Or image of that horror?

[He dies. Alb. Fall, and cease!

Edg. He faints My lord, my lord, Lear. This feather stirs; she lives ! if it be

Kent. Break, heart; I pr’jthee, break!

Edg. Look up, my lord.

Kent. Vex not his ghost: 0, let him pass!
It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt.

lie hates him, Kent. O my good master! [K'neeling.

That would apon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer. Lear. Prythee, away.

Edg. O, he is gone, indeed. Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.

Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, trai

| He but usurp'd his life.

[long: tors all!


Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for

business Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? --Her voice was ever

Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain

[To KENT and EDGAR. soft,

man: Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in wo

Rule in this realn, and the gor'd state sustain. I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee.

Kent. I have a journey, Sir, shortly to go; Of. "Tis true, my lords, he did.

My master calls, and I must not say, no. hinn!

[chion Lear. Did I not, fellow?

Alb. The weight of this sad time we must

410. I have seen the day, with my good biting faul


Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. I would have made them skip: I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are

The oldest hath borne most: we, that are you?


young, Mine eyes are none o'the best:I'll tell you

Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

[Exeunt, with a dead March. * For ever.

+ Destroyed herself. * The end of the world, or the horrible circumstances

ess. + I.e. Lear. Benefit. Titles. preceding it?

On Yoor pool, i

rool, in the time of Shakspeare was an expression II. e. Die, Albany speaks to Lear.





Escalus, Prince of Verona.

| ABRAM, Servant to Montague. Paris, a young Nobleman, Kinsman to the An APOTHECARY. Prince.

MONTAGUE, 2 Heads of two Houses, at vari-CHORUS.-Boy, Page to Paris.-Perez, 19
CAPULET, J ance with each other.

An Old Man, Uncle to Capulet.
Romeo, Son to Montague.

LADY Montague, Wife to Jontague.
MERCUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet.
to Romeo.

Juliet, Daughter to Capulet. BENVOLIO, Nephew to Montague, and Friend | Nurse to Juliet.

to Romeo. TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and Wo. FRIAR LAWRENCE, a Franciscan.

men, relations to both Houses; Maskers, FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.

Guards, Watchmen, and Attendanis.
Balthazar, Servant to Romeo.
SAMPSON, Servants to Capulet.

Scene, during the greater part of the Play, in GREGORY,

Verona : once, in the tifth Act, at Mantua.


Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to

strike. Two households, both alike in dignity,

Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,

me. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands un

Gre. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant,

is-to stand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, clean,

thou run'st away. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

si of Montague's. Do, with their death, bury their parents'

Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the strife, The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

weakest goes to the wall.

Sam. True; and therefore women, being the And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Gaweaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wali:Which, but their children's end, nought could

therefore I will push Montague's men from remove,

the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, The which if you with patient ears attend

and us their men. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to

Sam. "Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: mend.

when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their

heads. ACT I.

| Gre. The heads of the maids? SCENE J.--. public Place.

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or the o Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with

ed with maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

ma Swords and Bucklers.

Gre. They must take it in sense, that tee!

it. Sam. Gregory, o'my word, we'll not carry Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to coals.

stand: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. flesh. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish: if thou Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out hadst, thou hadst been poor John.* Draw thy the coliar.

tool; here comes two of the house of the VonSam. I strike quickly, being moved.

tagues.t A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing inju- i

Poor John is hake, dried and salt
+ The disregard of concurd is in character.

Enter ABRAM and BELTHASAR. Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, 1 That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

beasts,will back ihee. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?

With purple fountains issuing from your veins, Sam. Fear me not.

On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Gre. No, marry: I fear thee!

Throw your mistemper'd* weapons to the

ground, Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let

And hear the sentence of your moved prince.them begin. Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them

| Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, take it as they list.

By thee, old Capulet and Montague, Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my

Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets; thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them,

And made Verona's ancient citizens

Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir ?

To wield old partizans, in hands as old, Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.

Canker'd with peace, to part yourcanker'd hate: . Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir ?

If ever you distur! our streets again,

Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?

For this time, all the rest depart away :
Gre. No.
Sum. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you,

You, Capulet, shall go along with me;

And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir.'

To know our further pleasure in this case,
Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir?
Abr. Quarrel, Sir ? no, Sir.

To old Free-town, our common judgementSum. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve o


Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. as good a man as you.

[Exeunt PRINCE, und Attendants; CAPULET, Xbr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir.


Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance.

Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new

abroach? Gre. Say—better; here comes one of my Speak, nephew, were you by when it began ? inaster's kinsmen,

Ben. Here were the servants of your'adverSam. Yes, better, Sir.

sary, Abr. You lie.

And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : Sam, Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, re- I drew to part theni ; in the instant came member thy swashing blow. [They fight. The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;

Ben. Part, tools; put up your swords; you Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, know not what you do.

He swung about his head, and cut the winds, [Beats down their Swords. Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:

While we were interchanging thrusts and Enter TYVALT.


(pari, Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these Came more and more, and fought on part and heartless hinds?

Till the prince came, who parted either part. Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. | Lu. Mon, 0), where is Romeo ?-Saw you him Ben. I do but keep the peace ; put up thy

to-day? sword,

| Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. Or manage it to part these men with me.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I

sun, hate the word,

| Peer'dt forth the golden window of the east, As I bate hell, all Montagues, and thee: A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; Have at thee, coward.

[They fight. Where.-underneath the

Where,-underneath the grove of sycamore,

That westward rooteth from the city's side, Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join

So early walking did I see your son: the Fray; then enter CITIZENS, with Clubs.

Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, i Cit. Clubs, * bills, and partizans! strike! And stole into the covert of the wood : beat them down!

(tagues! 1, measuring his affections by iny own,Down with the Capulets! down with the Mon- That most are busied when they are most Enter CAPULET, in his Gown ; and LADY

Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,

And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my long Mon. Many a morning hath he there been sword, ho!


(dew, La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you with tears augmenting the fresh morning's for a sword?

Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep Cup. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is But all so soon as the all-cheering sun [sighs: And flourishes his blade in spite of me. (come, Should in the furthest east begin to draw Enter Montague, and LADY MONTAGUE.

The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

| Away from light steals home my heavy son, Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, And private in his chamber pens himseil; let me go.

Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek And makes himself an artificial night: a foe.

Black and portentous must this humour prove, Enter Prince, with Attendants. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Pron. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the

cause? Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him Clubs ! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the etreets, as we now cal! Watch!

* Angry.

† Appearan

That :-underneath in me to walkabe east,

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Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Mon. Both by myself, and many other Ben. Groan? why, no; friends:

But sadly tell me, who. But he, his own affections' counsellor,

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his Is to himself-I will not say, how true

will: But to himself so secret and so close,

| Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill !-So far from sounding and discovery,

In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. As is the bud bit with an envious worm,

Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you Ere he can spread bis sweet leaves to the air,

lov’d. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. (grow, Rom. A right good marksman !-And she's Could we but learn from whence his sorrows

fair i love. We would as willingly give cure, as know. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soo best

hit. Enter Romeo, at a distance.

Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, | With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit;

be hit step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

| And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,

From love's weak childish bow she lives usMon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy

harm'd.. To hear true shrift,-Come, madam, let's away.

She will not stay the siege of loving terms,

· Nor bide th' encounter of assailing eyes, (Exeunt MONTAGUE, and LADY. Ben. Good morrow, cousin.

Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold :

O, she is rich in beauty; only poor, (stort. Rom. Is the day so young ?

That, when she dies, with beauty dies her Ben. But new struck nine.

Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still Rom. Ah me! sad hours seein long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?

live chaste?

Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes Ben. It was :- What sadness lengthens

huge waste; Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which having, makes

For beauty, starv'd with her severity,

Cuts beauty ork from all posterity.
them short.

She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,
Ben. In love?
Rom. Out-

To merit bliss by making me despair:

She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, Ben. Of love ? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Do I live dead, that live to tell it now,

Ben. Be rul Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,

I'd by me, forget to think of her.

Rom. (), teach me how I should forget to Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

think. Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled

Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will ! |

Examine other beauties. Where shall we dine 2-0 me !--What fray

Rom. 'Tis the way

To call hers, exquisite, in question more: was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies'

brows, Here's much to do with hate, but more with

Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair love: Why, then, () brawling love! O loving hate !

He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget

The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: O any thing, of nothing first create !

Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
O heavy lightness ! serious vanity!

What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming fornis !
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick

| Where I may read, who pass'd that passing

fair bealth!

Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!

Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Dost thon not laugh?


[Ereunt. Ben. No, coz, I rather weep.

SCENE II.-A Street.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Ben. At thy good heart's oppression.

Enter Capulet, Paris, and SERVANT.
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression. Cap. And Montague is bound as well as I,
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd | For men so old as we to keep the peace..
With more of thine: this love, that thou hast Par. Of honourable reckoningt are you both;

And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Cap. But saying o'er what I have said beBeing purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes;

fore: Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: My child is yet a stranger in the world, What is it else? a madness most discreet, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Let two more summers wither in their pride, Farewell, my coz.

[Going. Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Ben. Soft, I will go along;

Par. Younger than she are happy mothers And if you Icave me so, you do me wrong.

made. Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not C ap. And too soon marr'd are those so early here;

made. This is not Romeo, he's some other where. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but sie,

Ben. Tell me in sadness,* who she is you She is the hopeful lady of my earth:



* In seriousness

* I. c. What end does it answer ?

+ Account, estimation.

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