DRAMATIS PERSONE. ESCALUS, Prince of Verona. Paris, a young Nobleman in love with Juliet, and kinsman to the Prince. Montague, Two Lords of antient families, Enemies to Capulet, S each other. Romeo, Son to Montague. Mercutio, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo. Benvolio, Kinfman and Friend to Romeo. Tybalt, Kinfman to Capulet. Friar Lawrence. Friar John. Balthafar, Servant to Romeo. Page to Paris. Sampfon, Gregory, } Servants to Capulet. Abram, Servant to Montague. Apothecary. Simon Catling, Hugh Rebeck, Samuel Soundboard, Peter, Servant to the Nurfe. Lady Montague, Wife to Montague. Lady Capulet, Wife to Capulet. Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo. CHORUS. Citizens of Verona, several men and women relations to Capulet, Maskers, Guards, Watch, and other Attendants. The SCENE, in the beginning of the fifth Act, is in Mantua; during all the reft of the Play, in and near Verona, ROMEO ROMEO and JULIET. ACTI. SCENE I. The Street, in VERONA. Enter Sampfon and Gregory, (with fwords and bucklers,) two fervants of the Capulets. SAMPSON. I REGORY, on my word, we'll not carry coals. Greg. No, for then we should be colliers. Sam. I mean, an' we be in Choler, we'll draw. 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. 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'ft away. Sam. A dog of that House shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man, or maid of Montague's. I we'll not carry coals. ] A phrafe then in ufe, to fignify the bearing injuries. B 3 Greg, Greg. That fhews thee a weak flave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakest, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thruft his maids to the wall. Greg. The quarrel is between our mafters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will fhew myfelf 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 sense thou wilt. Greg. They muft take it in fenfe, that feel it. Sam. Me they fhall feel, while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. Greg. 'Tis well thou art not fifh: if thou hadft, thou hadst been Poor John. Draw thy tool, here comes of the House 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! 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 Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir? Greg. 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. Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say, better: here comes one of my master's kinfmen. Sam. Yes, better, Sir. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools, put up your fwords, you know not what you do. Enter Tybalt. Tyb. What art thou drawn among thefe heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. 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: [Fight. Enter three or four citizens with clubs. Offi. Clubs, bills, and partifans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues! 2 Enter Benvolio.] Much of this fcene is added fince the first. edition; but probably by Shakespear, fince we find it in that of the year 1599. Mr. Pope. Enter old Capulet in his gown, and lady Capulet. Cap. What noise is this? give me my long sword, ho! -why call you for a La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch: - why call ( fword? Cap. My fword, I fay: old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spight of me. Enter old Montague, and Lady Montague. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet me go. Hold me not, let La. Mon. Thou shalt not ftir a foot to seek a foe. Enter Prince with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious Subjects, enemies to peace, Will they not hear? what ho! you men, you beafts, Caft by their grave, befeeming, ornaments; To |