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Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold!

Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak.
1 Lord.

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O Tullus!
2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour will weep.
3 Lord. Tread not upon him. - Masters all, be quiet.
Put up your swords.

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this rage,
Provok'd by him, you cannot) the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver

Myself your loyal servant, or endure
Your heaviest censure.

1 Lord.

And mourn you for him.

Bear from hence his body,

Let him be regarded,

As the most noble corse that ever herald

Did follow to his urn.

2 Lord.

His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.

Auf.

- Take him up:

My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. -
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully;
Trail your steel pikes. — Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,

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Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble

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memory.

[Exeunt, bearing the Body of CORIOLANUS.

A dead March sounded.

ROMEO AND JULIE T.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
PARIS, a young Nobleman, Kins-
man to the Prince.
MONTAGUE,) Heads of two hostile
CAPULET, Houses.
Uncle to Capulet.

ROMEO, Son to Montague.
MERCUTIO, Kinsman to the Prince,
and Friend to Romeo.
BENVOLIO, Nephew to Montague,
and Friend to Romeo.
TYBALT, Nephew to Lady Capulet.
FRIAR LAURENCE, a Franciscan.
FRIAR JOHN, of the same Order.
BALTHASAR, Servant to Romeo.
Citizens of Verona; male and female

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LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Mon-
tague.

LADY CAPULET, Wife to Capulet.
JULIET, Daughter to Capulet.
Nurse to Juliet.

Relations to both Houses; Maskers,
Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.

SCENE, during the greater Part of the Play, in Verona: once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua.

PROLOGUE.

CHORUS.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows

Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

ACT I. SCENE I.

A public Place.

Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, armed with Swords and
Bucklers.

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.

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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.

Gre. The heads of the maids?

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

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Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.

Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand; and, 't is known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.

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.

Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR.

Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
Gre. How! turn thy back, and run?

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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 list.

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 at us, Sir?

Sam. Is the law of our side, if I say — ay?

Gre. No.

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.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir.

Abr. You lie.

Sam. Draw, if you be men.

swashing blow.

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Gregory, remember thy [They fight.

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