Sam. Let us take the law of our fides, let them begin. Greg. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they lift. Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir: but I bite my thumb, Sir. Greg. Do you quarrel, Sir? Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir. Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man, as you. Abr. No better. Sam. Well, Sir. 3 Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say, better. Here comes one of kinfmen. Sam. Yes, better, Sir. Abr. You lye. Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy fwafhing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know not what you do. Enter Tybalt. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. 3 Enter Benvolio.] Much of Spear, fince we find it in that of this fcene is added fince the first the year 1599. edition; but probably by Shake B4 POPE. Ben: Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy fword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues and thee. Have at thee, coward. Enter three or four citizens with clubs. [Fight. Cit. Clubs, bills, and partifans! ftrike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues! Enter old Capulet in his gown, and lady Capulet. Cap. What noife is this? give me my long fword, ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch. Why call you for a fword? Cap. My fword, I fay: old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in fpight of me. Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet Hold me not, let me go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to feek a foe. Enter Prince with attendants. Prin. Rebellious Subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-ftained steelWill they not hear? what ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage 4 give me my long fword.] The in war, which was fometimes long word was the fword ufed wielded with both hands. With purple fountains iffuing from your veins; Have thrice difturb'd the Quiet of our streets; Caft by their grave, befeeming, ornaments; [Exeunt Prince and Capulet, &c. SCENE II. La. Mon. Who fet this ancient quarrel new abroach; Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began? Ben. Here were the fervants of your adverfary, And yours, close fighting, ere I did approach; I drew to part them: In the inftant came The fiery Tybalt, with his fword prepar'd, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He fwung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, hifs'd him in fcorn. While we were interchanging thrufts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and part, 'Till the Prince came, who parted either Part, La. Mon. O where is Romeo! Saw you him to day? Right glad am I, he was not at this fray. B:n. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd Sun Tow'rds him I made; but he was 'ware of me, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn it of him. 7 Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Mon. Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor, Tht noft are bufied, &c.] E- Which then most fught, where Pu Jued my bumour, &c. POPE. And gladly foun'd, &c.] The ten lines following, not in edition 1597, but in the next of $599. РОРЕ. Ben. Have you in portun'd, &c.] These two speeches alfo omitted in edition 1597, but inferted in 1599. РОРЕ. Is to himself, I will not fay, how true, Ere he can spread his fweet leaves to the Air, Could we but learn from whence his forrows grow, Enter Romeo. Ben. See, where he comes. So please you, ftep afide, I'll know his grievance, or be much deny❜d. Mon. I would, thou wert fo happy by thy ftay To hear true fhrift. Come, Madam, let's away. Ben. Good-morrow, cousin. Rom. Ah me, fad hours feem long! [Exeunt. -Was that my father that went hence fo faft? |