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Enter several partisans of both houses, who join the

fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans ! strike! beat them

down! Down with the Capulets ! down with the Montagues !

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 flourishes 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 foe.

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Enter Prince, with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbor-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 mistempered? weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

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2 i. e. angry.

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To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate.
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
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.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET,

LA. CAP., TYBALT, Citizens, and Servants
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.
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, hissed him in scorn.
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.
La. Mon. 0, where is Romeo ?--saw you him

to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun
Peered 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,--
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 are most alone,-

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Pursued my humor, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs.
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 light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself;
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portentous must this humor prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Ben. Have you importuned him by any means ?
Mon. Both by myself

, and many other friends ;
But he, his own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself-I will not say, how true-
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.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure, as know.

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Enter ROMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes. So please you, step

aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

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

[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady.

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ROMEO AND JULIET.

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Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Rom.

Is the day so young?
Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom.

Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast ? Ben. It was.-What sadness lengthens Romeo's

hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them

short.
Ben. In love?
Rom. Out-
Ben. Of love?
Rom. Out of her favor, where I am in love.

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

Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
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! 2
O any thing, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mishapen chaos of well-seeming forms !
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is !-
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
Ben.

No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom. Good heart, at what?
Ben.

At thy good heart's oppression.

1 i. e. should blindly and recklessly think he can surmount all obstacles to his will

2 Every ancient sonnetteer characterized Love by contrarieties. Wata son begins one of his canzonets-

" Love is a sowre delight, and sugred griefe,

A living death, and ever-dying life," &c. Turberville makes Reason harangue against it in the same manner :“ A fierie frost, a flame that frozen is with ise !

A heavie burden light to beare! A vertue fraught with vice!" &c.

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ROMEO AND JULIET.

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Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it pressed With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being urged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else ? a madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.

[Going Ben.

Soft, I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

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

Ben. Tell me in sadness, whom she is you love.
Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee?
Ben.

Groan ? why, no ; But sadly tell me who.

Rom. Bid 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.

Ben. I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved. .
Rom. A right good marksman !-And she's fair I love.
Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss : she'll not be lit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; And in strong proof of chastity well armed, From love's weak, childish bow she lives unharmed. 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.

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1 Such is the consequence of unskilful and mistaken kindness. 2 The old copy reads, “ Being purged a fire,” &c.—The emendation admitted into the text was suggested by Dr. Johnson. To urge the fire is to kindle or excite it.

3 i. e. in seriousness.

4 The meaning appears to be, as Mason gives it, “ She is poor only, because she leaves no part of her store behind her, as with her, all beauty will die."

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