Because kind nature doth require it so: Friends should associate friends in grief and woe. Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; 170 Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart Give sentence on this execrable wretch, That hath been breeder of these dire events. Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; 181 There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food: I am no baby, I, that with base prayers I do repent it from my very soul. 190 Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor And give him burial in his father's grave. Would I were dead, so you did live again. Re-enter Attendants, with AARON. No funeral rite, nor man in mourning weeds, And, being so, shall have like want of pity. 200 Excunt. First Rom. You sad Andronici, have done Then, afterwards, to order well the state, Citizens of Verona ; Kinsfolk of both Houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. Chorus. SCENE.-During the greater Part of the Play in Verona: once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua. ! Gre. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. That quench the fire of your pernicious rage 52 And hear the sentence of your moved prince. 101 Samp. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? side if I say ay? Gre. No. Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, 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? Abr. Quarrel, sir! no, sir. Samp. If you do, sir, I am for you I serve as good a man as you. Abr. No better. Samp. Well, sir. 60 Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away: 110 70 Mon. Whoset thisancient quarrel newabroach? Till the prince came, who parted either part. Tyb. What! art thou drawn among these Camemore and more, and fought on part and part, Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Right glad I am he was not at this fray. Or manage it to part these men with me. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, Mon. I neither know it nor can learn of him. Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Rom. What! shall I groan and tell thee? Mon. Both by myself and many other friends: ❘ But sadly tell me who. But he, his own affections' counsellor, Ben. Groan! why, no; Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will; Is to himself, I will not say how true, But to himself so secret and so close, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, 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; Ben. See where he comes: so please you, step From love's weak childish bow she lives unaside; 190 No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? At thy good heart's oppression. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Ben. Soft, I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. 201 Rom. Tut! I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Ben. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. harm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, 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. Rom. 'Tis the way He that is strucken blind cannot forget SCENE II.- The Same. A Strect. Exeunt Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both; light: 30 Such comfort as do lusty young men feel Go, sirrah, trudge about Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. And these, who often drown'd could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! Serv. Find them out whose names are written | But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd 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; Take thou some new infection to thy eye, 50 Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. Rom. For your broken shin. Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a mad- Shut up in prison, kept without my food, fellow. Serv. God gi' good den. I pray, sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. 60 Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing 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. Rom. Whither? 100 Your lady's love against some other maid Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, Exeunt. SCENE III.- The Same. A Room in CAPULET'S Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. Lady Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve I bade her come. What, lamb! what, lady-bird! Enter JULIET. Jul. How now! who calls? Nurse. Jul. What is your will? Your mother. Madam, I am here. Lady Cap. This is the matter. Nurse, give We must talk in secret: nurse, come back again; I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, |