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TWO Houfholds, both alike in Dignity,
In fair Verona, (where we lay our Scene) From ancient Grudge break to new mutiny; Where civil blood makes civil bands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of ftar-croft lovers take their life;
Do, with their death, bury their Parent's ftrife.
ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
} Two Lords, Enemies to each other.
Peter, Servant to the Nurse.
Mantua ; during all the rest of the Play, in and near
Plot from a Novel of Bandello. Pope.
This novel is translated in Painters's Palace of Fleasure.
Editions of this Play. 1. 1597: John Danter,
1599. Tho. Crede for Cuthbert Burby.
3. 1637. R. Young for John Smethwick,
4. No date. John Smethwick, I have only the folio.
ROMEO and JULIET.
ACT I. SCENE I.
The Street, in Verona.
Enter Samplon and Gregory, (with fwords and bucklers) two fervants of the Capulets.
REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry coals.
Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.
Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your Neck out of the Collar.
Sam. I ftrike quickly, being mov'd.
Greg. But thou art not quickly mov'd to strike.
1 we'll not carry coals.] A phrafe then in ufe, to fignify the bearing injuries. WARBURTON. This is pofitively told us; but if another critic fhall as pofitively deny it, where is the proof?
I do not certainly know the meaning of the phrafe, but it feems rather to be to fmother an. ger, and to be used of a man who burns inwardly with refentment, to which he gives no vent.
Sam. A dog of the House of Montague moves me. Greg. To move, is to ftir, and to be valiant, is to ftand; therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'st away.
Sam. A dog of that House fhall move me to ftand. I will take the wall of any man, or maid of Montague's.
Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakeft, are ever thrust to the wall:-therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
Greg. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.
Greg. The heads of the maids?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or the maidenheads, take it in what fenfe thou wilt.
Greg. They must take it in sense, that feel it. Sam. Me they fhall feel, while I am able to frand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the Houfe of the Montagues.
Enter Abram and Balthafar.
Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.
Greg. How, turn thy back and run?
Sam. Fear me not.
Greg. No, marry: I fear thee!
cruel with the mails,] The first folio reads civil with the maids,