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Kent. I am come

Alb. Great thing of us forgot!

Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's

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 Kent? Kent. The same; [Caius? Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; [rotten. He'll strike, and quickly too :-He's dead and Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very

Cordelia?

See'st thou this object, Kent?

[The Bodies of GONERIL and REGAN

are brought in.

Kent. Alack, why thus?

Edm. Yet Edmund was belov'd:

The one the other poison'd for my sake,

And after slew herself.

Alb. Even so. -Cover their faces.

Edm. I pant for life:-Some good I mean to

do,

Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,-
Be brief in it, -to the castle; for my writ
Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia:-

Nay, send in time.

Alb. Run, run, O, run

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and deadly.

[selves,

Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd them-
And desperately are dead.
Lear. Ay, so I think.

Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain

Edg. To who, my lord? Who has the of- That we present us to him.

fice? send

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Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, trai[ever!

tors all!

I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!
What is't thou say'st?-Her voice was ever
soft,
[man:
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in wo-
I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee.
Off. "Tis true, my lords, he did.

Lear. Did I not, fellow?

[chion I have seen the day, with my good biting faulI would have made them skip: I am old now, And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are you? [straight. Mine eyes are none o'the best:-I'll tell you + Destroyed herself. The end of the world, or the horrible circumstances preceding it? I. e. Die; Albany speaks to Lear.

Edg. Very bootless.*

Enter an OFFICER.

Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.
Alb. That's but a trifle here.-

[it is

You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decayt may come,
Shall be applied: For us, we will resign,
During the life of this old majesty,
To him our absolute power:-You, to your
rights;
[To EDGAR and KENT.
With boot, and such additions as your honours
Have more than merited. All friends shall

taste

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* For ever.

† Benefit.
Die.

Titles.

* Useless. + I. e. Lear.
|| Poor fool, in the time of Shakspeare was an expression
of endearment.

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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.

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 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 partizans, 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 further 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; CAPULET,
LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, CITIZENS, and
Servants.

Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new
abroach?

Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my Speak, nephew, were you by when it began ?

master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir.

Abr. You lie.

Sam. Draw, if you be men.

member thy swashing blow.

Gregory, re[They fight.

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

[Beats down their Swords.

Enter TYBALT.

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Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the Fray; then enter CITIZENS, with Clubs. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat them down! [tagues!

Down with the Capulets! down with the MonEnter 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 And flourishes his blade in spite of me. (come, Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not, La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek

let me go.

a foe.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

• Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the streets, as we now call Watch!

Ben. Here were the servants of your adver-
sary,

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
[part,
Came more and more, and fought on part and
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
La. Mon. 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

blows,

sun,

Peer'dt 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 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
[dew,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun [sighs:
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home 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 humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the

seen,

cause? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. • Angry. + Appeared.

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per.] and to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS.

Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned: -In good time.

Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO.

Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish :

Take thou some new infection to thy eye,

And the rank poison of th' old will die.

Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for

that.

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Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.* Rest you merry! [Exit.

Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st; With all the admired beauties of Verona: Go thither; and, with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! [die,And these, who, often drown'd, could never Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love! th' all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match, since first the world be

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SCENE III.-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE.

La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

year old,

Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, -at twelve [bird!I bade her come. -What, lamb! what, ladyGod forbid!-where's this girl? what, Juliet! Enter JULIET.

Jul. How now, who calls?
Nurse. Your mother.
Jul. Madam, I am here,
What is your will?

La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give

leave awhile,

counsel.

[again; We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age, Nurse. 'Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.

La. Cap. She's not fourteen. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teens be it spoken, I have but She is not fourteen: How long is it now To Lammas-tide?

four,

* We still say in cant language-to crack a bottle. + Weighed. † Scarce, hardly. To my sorrow

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