Romeo and Juliet: Act 1, Scene 1

           Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, with swords
  *        and bucklers, of the house of Capulet

  1   Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

  2   No, for then we should be colliers.

  3   I mean, and we be in choler, we'll draw.

  4   Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of
  5   collar.

  6   I strike quickly, being moved.

  7   But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

  8   A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

  9   To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
 10   therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

 11   A dog of that house shall move me to stand! I will
 12   take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

 13   That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
 14   to the wall.

 15   'Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
 16   are ever thrust to the wall; therefore I will push
 17   Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids
 18   to the wall.

 19   The quarrel is between our masters and us their
 20   men.

 21   'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
 22   have fought with the men, I will be civil with the
 23   maids, and cut off their heads.

 24   The heads of the maids?

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

 27   They must take it in sense that feel it.

 28   Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and
 29   'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

 30   'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
 31   hadst been poor-John. Draw thy tool! here comes
 32   two of the house of the Montagues.

          Enter two other servingmen
           [ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR].

 33   My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back
 34   thee.

 35   How! turn thy back and run?

 36   Fear me not.

 37   No, marry; I fear thee!

 38   Let us take the law of our sides; let them
 39   begin.

 40   I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
 41   they list.

 42   Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
 43   which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

 44   Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

 45   I do bite my thumb, sir.

 46   Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

      SAMPSON   [Aside to Gregory.]
 47   Is the law of our side, if I say
 48   ay?

      GREGORY   [Aside to Sampson.]
 49   No.

 50   No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir,
 51   but I bite my thumb, sir.

 52   Do you quarrel, sir?

 53   Quarrel sir! no, sir.

 54   If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good
 55   a man as you.

 56   No better?

 57   Well, sir.

           Enter BENVOLIO.

 58   Say "better," here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

 60   Yes, better, sir.

 61   You lie.

 62   Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy
 63   washing blow.

           They fight.

 64   Part, fools!
 65   Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

           [Beats down their swords.]
           Enter TYBALT.

 66   What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
 67   Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

 68   I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,
 69   Or manage it to part these men with me.

 70   What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
 71   As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
 72   Have at thee, coward!

           [They fight.]
 **        Enter three or four CITIZENS with clubs or partisans.

 73   Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
 74   Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

           Enter old CAPULET in his gown, and his

 75   What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

 76   A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?

 77   My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
 78   And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

           Enter old MONTAGUE and his wife
           [LADY MONTAGUE].

 79   Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not, let me go.

 80   Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

           Enter PRINCE ESCALUS with his TRAIN.

 81   Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
 82   Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel—
 83   Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts
 84   That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
 85   With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
 86   On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
 87   Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
 88   And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
 89   Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
 90   By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
 91   Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
 92   And made Verona's ancient citizens
 93   Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
 94   To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
 95   Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate;
 96   If ever you disturb our streets again,
 97   Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
 98   For this time, all the rest depart away:
 99   You Capulet; shall go along with me:
100   And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
101   To know our further pleasure in this case,
102   To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
103   Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

           Exeunt [all but Montague,
           Lady Montague, and Benvolio].

104   Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
105   Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

106   Here were the servants of your adversary,
107   And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
108   I drew to part them: in the instant came
109   The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
110   Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
111   He swung about his head and cut the winds,
112   Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn.
113   While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
114   Came more and more and fought on part and part,
115   Till the prince came, who parted either part.

116   O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
117   Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

118   Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
119   Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
120   A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
121   Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
122   That westward rooteth from this city side,
123   So early walking did I see your son:
124   Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
125   And stole into the covert of the wood:
126   I, measuring his affections by my own,
127   Which then most sought where most might not be found,
128   Being one too many by my weary self,
129   Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
130   And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

131   Many a morning hath he there been seen,
132   With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew,
133   Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
134   But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
135   Should in the furthest east begin to draw
136   The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
137   Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
138   And private in his chamber pens himself,
139   Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out
140   And makes himself an artificial night:
141   Black and portentous must this humor prove,
142   Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

143   My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

144   I neither know it nor can learn of him.

145   Have you importuned him by any means?

146   Both by myself and many other friends:
147   But he, his own affections' counsellor,
148   Is to himself—I will not say how true—
149   But to himself so secret and so close,
150   So far from sounding and discovery,
151   As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
152   Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
153   Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
154   Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
155   We would as willingly give cure as know.

           Enter ROMEO.

156   See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
157   I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

158   I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
159   To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.

           Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.

160   Good-morrow, cousin.

160                                     Is the day so young?

161   But new struck nine.

161                                Ay me! sad hours seem long.
162   Was that my father that went hence so fast?

163   It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

164   Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

165   In love?

166   Out—

167   Of love?

168   Out of her favor, where I am in love.

169   Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
170   Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

171   Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
172   Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
173   Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
174   Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
175   Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
176   Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
177   O any thing, of nothing first create!
178   O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
179   Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
180   Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
181   Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
182   This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
183   Dost thou not laugh?

183                               No, coz, I rather weep.

184   Good heart, at what?

184                                    At thy good heart's oppression.

185   Why, such is love's transgression.
186   Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
187   Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
188   With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
189   Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
190   Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
191   Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
192   Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
193   What is it else? a madness most discreet,
194   A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
195   Farewell, my coz.

195                               Soft! I will go along;
196   And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

197   Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;
198   This is not Romeo, he's some other where.

199   Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.

200   What, shall I groan and tell thee?

200                                            Groan! why, no.
201   But sadly tell me who.

202   Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:
203   Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
204   In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

205   I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.

206   A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.

207   A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

208   Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
209   With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;
210   And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
211   From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.
212   She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
213   Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
214   Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
215   O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
216   That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.

217   Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

218   She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
219   For beauty starved with her severity
220   Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
221   She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
222   To merit bliss by making me despair:
223   She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
224   Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

225   Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.

226   O, teach me how I should forget to think.

227   By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
228   Examine other beauties.

228                                             'Tis the way
229   To call hers (exquisite!) in question more:
230   These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows
231   Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
232   He that is strucken blind cannot forget
233   The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
234   Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
235   What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
236   Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
237   Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.

238   I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.