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
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
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
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
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
GREGORY [Aside to Sampson.]
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.
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.
64 Part, fools!
65 Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
[Beats down their swords.]
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!
** 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
wife [LADY CAPULET].
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
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 himselfI 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.
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?
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.