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Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
60 Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
[They fight. 70 Enter BENVOLIO. 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 late hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!
[They fight. Enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter
Citizens, with clubs. First Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
80 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! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
Cap. My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants.
100 To wield old partisans, 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 conimon judgement-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
110 [Exeunt all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach: I drew to part them: in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, Which, as he breathed 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 blows, 120 Came more and more and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.
La. Mon. 0, where is Romeo? saw you him to day? Right glad I nm he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
Ben. My noble uncle, do know the cause?
Mon. Both by myself and many other friends:
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, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
(Exeunt Montague and Lady. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom.
Is the day do young? Bon. But new struck pine.
Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went heuce so fast?
Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them short. Ben. In love?
171 Rom. OutBen. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, 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.
No, coz, I rather weep.
At thy good heart's oppression. 190
200 Farewell, my coz. Ben.
Soft! I will go along;
Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
Groan? why, no; But sadly tell me who.
Rom. Bid a sick inan in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so-ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
210 Ben. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. Rom. A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Rom. Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; 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 bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
220 O, she is rich in beauty, only poor, That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
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 bliss by making me despair: She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
230 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;
'Tis the way
Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. A street.
Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both;