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Scalus, Prince of Verona.
Paris, a young Nobleman in Love with Juliet, and Kinfman to the Prince.
Mountague, Two Lords of antient Families, Enemies to each other.
Romeo, Son to Mountague.
Mercutio, Kinfman to the Prince, and Friend to
Benvolio, Kinfman and Friend to Romco.
Balthafar, Servant to Romeo.
Gregory', } Servants to Capulet.
Abram, Servant to Mountague.
Lady Mountague, Wife to Mountague.
Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in Love with Romeo.
Citizens of Verona, feveral Men and Women Relations to Capulet, Maskers, Guards, and other Attendants.
The SCENE, in the beginning of the Fifth A&t, is in Mantua; during all the reft of the Play, in and near Verona.
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ACTI. SCENE I.
SCENE the Street in Verona,
Enter Sampfon and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers.
Regory, a my word we'll not carry Coals.
Sam. I ftrike quickly, being mov'd.
Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to ftrike.
Sam. A Dog of that House fhall move me to ftand:
Sam. True, and therefore Women, being the weakest Veffels, are ever thruft to the Wall: therefore I will push Mountague's Men from the Wall, and thrust his Maids to the Wall.
Greg. The Quarrel is between our Mafters, and us their
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew my felf a Tyrant: when I have fought with the Men, I will be civil with the Maids, and cut off their Heads.
Greg. The Heads of the Maids?
Sam. Ay, the Heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads, Take it in what fenfe thou wilt.
Greg. They must take it in fenfe that feel it.
Sam. Me they fhall feel while I am able to ftand: And 'tis known I am a pretty piece of Flefh.
Greg. 'Tis well thou art not Fish: if thou hadst, thou hadft been Poor John. Draw thy Tool, here comes of the House of the Mountagues.
Enter Abram and Balthafar.
Sam. My naked Weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Greg. How? turn thy back and run?
Sam. Fear me not.
Greg. No, marry: I fear thee.
Sam. Let us take the Law of our fides: let them begin. Greg. I will frown as I pafs by, and let them take it as they lift.
Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my Thumb at them, which is a difgrace 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
Thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. Is the Law on our fide, if I fay ay?
Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my Thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my Thumb, Sir.
Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir?
Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir.
Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I ferve as good a
Man as you.
Abr. No better?
Greg. Say better: here comes one of my Mafter's Kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better.
Abr. You Lie.
Sam. Draw, if you be Men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
[They fight. Ben. Part, Fools, put up your Swords, you know not what you do.
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among thefe 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 thefe Men with me.
Tyb. What draw, and talk of Peace? I hate the word As I hate Hell, all Mountagues and thee: Have at thee, Coward.
Enter three or four Citizens with Clubs, Offic. Clubs, Bills, and Partifans! ftrike! beat them down, Down with the Capulets, down with the Mountagues. Enter old Capulet in his Gown, and Lady Capulet. Cap. What noife is this? Give me my long Sword, ho? La. Cap. A Crutch, a Crutch: why call you for a Sword? Cap. A Sword, I fay: Old Mountague is come, And flourishes his Blade in fpight of me.
Enter old Mountague and Lady Mountague.
La. Moun. Thou shalt not stir a foot to feek a Foe.
Prin. Rebellious Subjects, Enemies to Peace,
To wield old Partifans, in Hands as old,
To old Free-town, our common Judgment-place:
[Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c.
La. Moun. O where is Romeo, faw you him to Day? Right glad am I, he was not at this Fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Sun
I measuring his Affections by my own,
Which then most fought, where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self,
Purfued my Humour, not purfuing his,
And gladly fhun'd, who gladly fled from me.
Moun. Many a Morning bath he there been seen
Adding to Clouds, more Clouds, with his deep fighs: