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These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
To melt in showers: thy grandsire lov'd thee
Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Because kind nature doth require it so :
Would I were dead, so you did live again.
Re-enter Attendants, with AARON.
That hath been breeder of these dire events.
There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food:
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor
And give him burial in his father's grave.
First Rom. You sad Andronici, have done Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.
Citizens of Verona; Kinsfolk of both Houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.
SCENE.-During the greater Part of the Play in Verona: once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua.
Samp. 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.
Samp. 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?
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
side if I say ay?
Lady Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Enter PRINCE, with his Train.
Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
Samp. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, If ever you disturb our streets again
sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
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.
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary
Lady Mon. O! where is Romeo? saw you him
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'dsun
Tyb. What! drawn, and talk of peace; I hate Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
Enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs.
First Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans ! strike!
Down with the Capulets! down with the
Enter CAPULET in his gown; and Lady
Cap. What noise is this? Give me my long
Lady Cap. A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Cap. My sword, I say! 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.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Ben. I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd. Rom. A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Ben. See where he comes: so please you, step From love's weak childish bow she lives unaside; 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. Excunt MONTAGUE and Lady. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Ben. But new struck nine. Rom. Ay me sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? 170 Ben. It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Is the day so young?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Soft, I will go along;
Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes
For beauty starv'd with her severity
Ben. Be rul'd by me; forget to think of her.
To call hers exquisite, in question more.
SCENE II.-The Same. A Street.
Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:
Par. Younger than she are happy mothers
Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
And like her most whose merit most shall be : Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me. To Servant, giving a paper. Go, sirrah, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, 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.
Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO.
Ben. Tut! man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish :
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented, and-Good den, good fellow.
Serv. God gi' good den. I pray, sir, can you
Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. 60 Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read anything you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly; rest you merry. Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.
Signior Martino and his wife and daughters ; County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena. 72 A fair assembly; whither should they come? Serv. Up.
Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry! Exit.
Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st, With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither; and with unattainted eye Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires!
We must talk in secret: nurse, come back again;
Lady Cap. A fortnight and odd days.
On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;