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Wo Houfbolds, both alike in Dignity,
Where civil blood make civil bands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of far-crofs'd lovers take their life 3 Whofe mif-adventur'd piteous overthrows,
Do, with their death, bury their parents ftrife,
ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
to the Prince.
MOUNTAGUE, 2 Fab Lords of ancient Families, Enemies CAPULET S to each other.
ROMEO, Son to Mountague.
MERCUTIO, Kinfman to the Prince, and friend to Romeo.
Servants to Capulet.
ABRAM, Servant to Mountague,
PETER, Servant to the Nurse.
Lady MOUNTAGUE, Wife to Mountague. **
Citizens of Verona, feveral men and women relations to Capulet, Muficians, Mafkers, Guards, and other Attendants.
The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth Act, is in Mantya; during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona.
The Plot taken from an Italian Novel of Bandello.
The Street in Verona.
Enter Sampfon and Gregory, with fwords and bucklers, two Servants of the Capulets.
REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry
Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.
Sam. A dog of the houfe of Mountague moves me. Gre. To move, is to ftir; and to be valiant, is to ftand: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'ft away.
Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to ftand I will take the wall of any man or maid of Mountague's.
Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave, for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakest yeffels, are ever thruft to the wall: therefore I will puth Mountague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to
Greg. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their Sam, 'Tis all one, I will shew my felf 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 their maidenheads, take it in what fenfe thou wilt.
Greg. They must take it in fenfe that feel it.
Sam. Me they fhall feel while I am able to ftand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fish: if thou hadft, thou hadft been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the houfe of the Mountagues.
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!
Sam. Let us take the law of our fides: let them begin. Greg. I will frown as I pafs by, and let them take it as they lift.
Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is a difgrace to them if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?" Sam. Is the law on our fide, if I fay ay? Greg. No.
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 ferve as good a
man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, Sir.
Greg. Say better: here comes one of my master's kinf
Sam. Yes, better, Sir.