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Escalus, Prince of Verona.
Sampson, }Servants to Capulet
Abram, Servant to Montague.
Lady Montague, Wife to Montague.
Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women,
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.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
SCENE I. A publick Place.
Enter SAMPSON and Gregory, armed with Swords
and Bucklers. Sam. Gregory, o'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. To move, is—to stir; and to be valjant, is -to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved, thou
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. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are eyer thrust to the wall :-there
we'll not carry coals.] A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing injuries.
fore I will push Montague's men from the wall,
I and thrust his maids to the wall.
Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel 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..
Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.
Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand: and, 'tis 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 ?
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?
poor John.] is hake, dried, and salted.
here comes two of the house of the Montagues.] It should be observed, that the partizans of the Montague family wore a token in their hats, in order to distinguish them from their enemies, the Capulets. Hence throughout this play, they are known at a distance.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ?
Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Enter BENVOLIO, 'at a Distance. Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Sam. Draw, if you be men.--Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
[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 hart
less 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 Partizans of both Houses, who join
the Fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs. i Cit: Clubs, bills,4 and partizans! strike! beat
them down ! Down with the Capulets ! down with the Monta
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, And Hourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE and Lady MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let
me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a
Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,Will they not hear ? --what ho! you men, you
beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mis-temper'd weapons to the ground,
* Clubs, bills, &c.] When an affray arose in the streets, clubs was the usual exclamation, $mis-temper'd weapons -- ] are angry weapons.