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Romeo and Juliet

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes5
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,10
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
ACT I SCENE IVerona. A public place.
Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers
SAMPSONGregory, o’ my word, we’ll not carry coals.
GREGORYNo, for then we should be colliers.
SAMPSONI mean, an we be in choler, we’ll draw.
GREGORYAy, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar.
SAMPSONI strike quickly, being moved.5
GREGORYBut thou art not quickly moved to strike.
SAMPSONA dog of the house of Montague moves me.
GREGORYTo move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn’st away.
SAMPSONA dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will10
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.
GREGORYThat shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
to the wall.
SAMPSONTrue; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,
are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push15
Montague’s men from the wall, and thrust his maids
to the wall.
GREGORYThe quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
SAMPSON‘Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the20
maids, and cut off their heads.
GREGORYThe heads of the maids?
SAMPSONAy, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
take it in what sense thou wilt.
GREGORYThey must take it in sense that feel it.25
SAMPSONMe they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
GREGORY‘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.30
SAMPSONMy naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
GREGORYHow! turn thy back and run?
SAMPSONFear me not.
GREGORYNo, marry; I fear thee!
SAMPSONLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin.35
GREGORYI will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
they list.
SAMPSONNay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
ABRAHAMDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?40
SAMPSONI do bite my thumb, sir.
ABRAHAMDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSONAside to GREGORY Is the law of our side, if I say
SAMPSONNo, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
bite my thumb, sir.
GREGORYDo you quarrel, sir?
ABRAHAMQuarrel sir! no, sir.
SAMPSONIf you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.50
ABRAHAMNo better.
SAMPSONWell, sir.
GREGORYSay ‘better:’ here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.
SAMPSONYes, better, sir.
ABRAHAMYou lie.55
SAMPSONDraw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
They fight
BENVOLIOPart, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
Beats down their swords
TYBALTWhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.60
BENVOLIOI do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
TYBALTWhat, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!65
They fight
Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs
First CitizenClubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET
CAPULETWhat noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
LADY CAPULETA crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
CAPULETMy sword, I say! Old Montague is come,70
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
MONTAGUEThou villain Capulet,–Hold me not, let me go.
LADY MONTAGUEThou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants
PRINCERebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,–75
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 mistemper’d weapons to the ground,80
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona’s ancient citizens85
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.90
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You Capulet; shall go along with me:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.95
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
MONTAGUEWho set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
BENVOLIOHere were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:100
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss’d him in scorn:105
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
LADY MONTAGUEO, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.110
BENVOLIOMadam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun
Peer’d forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city’s side,115
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they’re most alone,120
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.
MONTAGUEMany a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;125
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,130
Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
BENVOLIOMy noble uncle, do you know the cause?135
MONTAGUEI neither know it nor can learn of him.
BENVOLIOHave you importuned him by any means?
MONTAGUEBoth by myself and many other friends:
But he, his own affections’ counsellor,
Is to himself–I will not say how true–140
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery,
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.145
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.
We would as willingly give cure as know.
BENVOLIOSee, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I’ll know his grievance, or be much denied.
MONTAGUEI would thou wert so happy by thy stay,150
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away.
BENVOLIOGood-morrow, cousin.
ROMEOIs the day so young?
BENVOLIOBut new struck nine.
ROMEOAy me! sad hours seem long.155
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
BENVOLIOIt was. What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?
ROMEONot having that, which, having, makes them short.
ROMEOOut of her favour, where I am in love.
BENVOLIOAlas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
ROMEOAlas, that love, whose view is muffled still,165
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!170
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,
sick health!175
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
BENVOLIONo, coz, I rather weep.
ROMEOGood heart, at what?180
BENVOLIOAt thy good heart’s oppression.
ROMEOWhy, such is love’s transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown185
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vex’d a sea nourish’d with lovers’ tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,190
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
BENVOLIOSoft! I will go along;
An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
ROMEOTut, I have lost myself; I am not here;195
This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.
BENVOLIOTell me in sadness, who is that you love.
ROMEOWhat, shall I groan and tell thee?
BENVOLIOGroan! why, no.
But sadly tell me who.200
ROMEOBid a sick man in sadness make his will:
Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
BENVOLIOI aim’d so near, when I supposed you loved.
ROMEOA right good mark-man! And she’s fair I love.205
BENVOLIOA right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
ROMEOWell, in that hit you miss: she’ll not be hit
With Cupid’s arrow; she hath Dian’s wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,
From love’s weak childish bow she lives unharm’d.210
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.215
BENVOLIOThen she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
ROMEOShe hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
For beauty starved with her severity
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,220
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
BENVOLIOBe ruled by me, forget to think of her.
ROMEOO, teach me how I should forget to think.225
BENVOLIOBy giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.
ROMEO‘Tis the way
To call hers exquisite, in question more:
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows230
Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What doth her beauty serve, but as a note235
Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
BENVOLIOI’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.

Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, Scene 2