The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, ACT I. SCENE I. A public Place. Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with Swords and Sam. Gregory, on my word, we 'll not carry coals. Gre. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we 'll draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar. Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'st away. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. 'T is true; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore, I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men. Sam. 'T is all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids; I will cut off their heads. 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, known, I am a pretty piece of flesh. 't is Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. list. Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. 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 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 Gre. No. at us, Sir? if I s I say - ay? 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. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men. swashing blow. Gregory, remember thy [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 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. Tyb. What! drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward. [They fight. Enter several persons of both Houses, who join the Fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs or Partisans. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them 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! Why call you for a sword? 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. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. Enter Prince, with his Train. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel, Will they not hear?- what ho! you men, you beasts, And made Verona's ancient citizens Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace: You, Capulet, shall go along with me; [Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET, Lady Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, La. Mon. O! where is Romeo? Right glad I am he was not at this fray. saw you him to-day? Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad; I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought, where most might not be found, 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, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? So far from sounding and discovery, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the same. Could we but learn from whence 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 aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, |