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,- Nay, send in time. Alb. Run, run, O, run and deadly. [selves, Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd them- 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 Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, trai[ever! tors all! I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for 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. [it is You lords, and noble friends, know our intent. taste * For ever. † Benefit. Titles. * Useless. + I. e. Lear. if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? 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 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 That quench the fire of your pernicious rage ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince.- place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new 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. 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- And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : blows, sun, Peer'dt forth the golden window of the east, seen, cause? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. • Angry. + Appeared. 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. 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 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? 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 |