Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant; when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

Gre. The heads of the maids?

Sam. 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, thon hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues.

Enter ABRAM and BALTHAZAR. 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.

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 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.

Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you.

Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, sir.

Enter Benvolio, at a distance. Gre. Say~better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir. ihr. You lie.

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.

(Beats down their Swords.

Enter TYBALT. Tyb. 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 bate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward.

[They fight. Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the

Fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat thein

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, ho! Lady C. 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.

Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, let me go, Lady M. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. Prince. 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 pervicious 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 brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturbid the quiet of our streels;

And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
Canker'd witli 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 further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady

Capulet, 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,
He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him 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

Lady M. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him to-day? Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'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 rooleth from the city's 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:
I, measuring his affections by my own,-
That most are busied when they are most alone,-
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,

With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs :
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away froin light steals hoine my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up

his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this huinour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause reinove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Ben. Have you importun'd hiin by any ineans?

Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends:
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself-I will not say, how true
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn froin wbence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure, as know.

Enter Romeo, at a distance.
Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step asido;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

Mon. I would, thou wert so wappy by thy stay, To hear true shrift,-Come, inadam, let's away.

[Ereunt Montague and Lady.
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Rom.

Is the day so young?
Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom.

Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?

Ben. It was:- What sadness lengtheas Ronneo's hours?
Rom. Not having that, which having, makes them
Ben. In love?

[short.
Rom Oul-
Ben. Of love?

ACT 1. Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Rom. Alas, ibat love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine?-o'me!What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love :-
Why then, () brawling love! O loving hate !
O any thing, of nothing first create !
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health;
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
Ben.

No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Ben.

At thy good heart's oppression.
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.-
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown,
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a sinoke rais'd with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.

[Going Ben.

Soft, I will go along; And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's soine other where.

Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love.
Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee?
Ben,

Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me, who.

Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will :
Ah, word ill urg'd to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.