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 Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance. Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing* blow. do. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you [Beats 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. A's I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: I hate the word, [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 them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and LADY CAPULET. And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet!-Hold me not, let me go. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you beasts,- With purple fountains issuing from your veins, By thee, old Capulet and Montague, * Slashing. † As we should now say, police. + Angry. Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets; Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: 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 ? Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, La. Mon. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him to-day? Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun, That most are busied when they are most alone,- And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, Enter ROMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, Ben. Good morrow, cousin. [Exeunt MONTAGUE, and LADY. Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Ben. It was:-What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which having, makes them short. Ben. In love? Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. hir Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that 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, O brawling love! O loving hate! O anything, 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! 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 press'd With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. 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; Ben. Tell me in sadness,* who she is you love. But sadly tell me, who. Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:--Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill !— In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm❜d. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. [Going, Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste ? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starved with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity, She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, To merit blisst by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Ben. Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties. Rom. "Tis the way To call hers, exquisite, in question more: † Heavenly bliss, the reward of earthly chastity. Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair? SCENE II-A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT. Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before: Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. May stand in number, though in reckoning+ none. [Exeunt. Whose names are written there [Gives a paper], 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. |