THEPROLOGUE
EnterChorus.
CHORUS.
Twohouseholds,bothalikeindignity,InfairVerona,wherewelayourscene,Fromancientgrudgebreaktonewmutiny,Where
civil
civilbloodmakescivilhandsunclean.FromforththefatalloinsofthesetwofoesA
couple
pairofstar-cross’dloverstaketheirlife;Whosemisadventur’dpiteousoverthrowsDothwiththeirdeath
enterrer
burytheirparents’strife.Thefearfulpassageoftheirdeath-mark’dlove,Andthecontinuanceoftheirparents’rage,Which,buttheirchildren’send,noughtcould
enlever
remove,Isnowthetwohours’trafic
trafficofourstage;ACTI
SCENEI.Apublicplace.
Entrent
EnterSampsonandGregoryarmedwithswordsandbucklers.SAMPSON.
Gregory,onmyword,we’llnotcarrycoals.
GREGORY.
No,forthenweshouldbecolliers.
SAMPSON.
Imean,ifwebeincholer,we’ll
tirera
draw.GREGORY.
Ay,whileyoulive,
tire
drawyourneckouto’thecollar.SAMPSON.
I
frappe
strikequickly,beingmoved.GREGORY.
Butthouartnotquicklymovedto
frapper
strike.SAMPSON.
AdogofthehouseofMontaguemovesme.
GREGORY.
Tomoveistostir;
andtobevaliantistostand:
therefore,ifthouartmoved,thourunn’staway.
SAMPSON.
Adogofthathouseshallmovemetostand.
Iwilltakethewallofanymanor
servante
maidofMontague’s.GREGORY.
Thatshowstheeaweak
esclave
slave,fortheweakestgoestothewall.SAMPSON.
True,and
donc
thereforewomen,beingtheweakervessels,areeverthrusttothewall:thereforeIwillpushMontague’smenfromthewall,andthrusthismaidstothewall.
GREGORY.
Thequarrelisbetweenourmastersandustheirmen.
SAMPSON.
’Tisallone,Iwillshowmyselfatyrant:
whenIhavefoughtwiththemenIwillbecivilwiththemaids,Iwillcutofftheirheads.
GREGORY.
Theheadsofthemaids?
SAMPSON.
Ay,theheadsofthemaids,ortheirmaidenheads;
takeitinwhatsensethouwilt.
GREGORY.
Theymusttakeitinsensethatfeelit.
SAMPSON.
MetheyshallfeelwhileIamabletostand:
and’tisknownIamaprettypieceof
chair
flesh.GREGORY.
’Tiswellthouartnotfish;
ifthouhadst,thouhadstbeenpoorJohn.
Tirez
Drawthytool;herecomesofthehouseofMontagues.
EnterAbramandBalthasar.
SAMPSON.
Mynakedweaponisout:
quarrel,Iwillbackthee.
GREGORY.
How?
Turnthybackandrun?
SAMPSON.
Fearmenot.
GREGORY.
No,marry;
Ifearthee!
SAMPSON.
Letustakethelawofoursides;
letthembegin.
GREGORY.
IwillfrownasIpassby,andletthemtakeitastheylist.
SAMPSON.
Nay,astheydare.
Iwill
mordre
bitemythumbatthem,whichisdisgracetothemiftheybearit.ABRAM.
Doyou
mordrez
biteyourthumbatus,sir?SAMPSON.
Idobitemythumb,sir.
ABRAM.
Doyou
mordrez
biteyourthumbatus,sir?SAMPSON.
IsthelawofoursideifIsayay?
GREGORY.
No.
SAMPSON.
Nosir,Idonotbitemythumbatyou,sir;
butI
mordu
bitemythumb,sir.GREGORY.
Doyouquarrel,sir?
ABRAM.
Quarrel,sir?
No,sir.
SAMPSON.
Butifyoudo,sir,Iamforyou.
Iserveasgoodamanasyou.
ABRAM.
Nobetter.
SAMPSON.
Well,sir.
EnterBenvolio.
GREGORY.
Saybetter;
herecomesoneofmymaster’skinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Yes,better,sir.
ABRAM.
Youlie.
SAMPSON.
Tirez
Draw,ifyoubemen.Gregory,rememberthywashingblow.
BENVOLIO.
Part,fools!
putupyourswords,youknownotwhatyoudo.
Entré
EnterTybalt.TYBALT.
What,artthou
attiré
drawnamongtheseheartlesshinds?TurntheeBenvolio,lookuponthydeath.
BENVOLIO.
Idobutkeepthepeace,putupthy
épée
sword,Ormanageittopartthesemenwithme.TYBALT.
What,
tiré
drawn,andtalkofpeace?IhatethewordAsIhatehell,allMontagues,andthee:
Haveatthee,
lâche
coward.EnterthreeorfourCitizenswithclubs.
FIRSTCITIZEN.
Clubs,billsandpartisans!
Strike!
Beatthemdown!
DownwiththeCapulets!
DownwiththeMontagues!
Entrez
EnterCapuletinhisgown,andLadyCapulet.CAPULET.
What
bruit
noiseisthis?Givememylong
épée
sword,ho!LADYCAPULET.
Acrutch,acrutch!
Whycallyoufora
épée
sword?CAPULET.
Mysword,Isay!
OldMontagueiscome,Andflourisheshisbladeinspiteofme.
Entrez
EnterMontagueandhisLadyMontague.MONTAGUE.
ThouvillainCapulet!
Holdmenot,letmego.
LADYMONTAGUE.
Thoushaltnotstironefootto
chercher
seekafoe.EnterPrinceEscalus,withAttendants.
Prince
PRINCE.Rebellioussubjects,enemiestopeace,Profanersofthisneighbour-stained
acier
steel,—Willtheynothear?
What,ho!
Youmen,youbeasts,ThatquenchthefireofyourperniciousrageWithpurplefountainsissuingfromyourveins,Onpainof
torture
torture,fromthosebloodyhandsThrowyourmistemper’dweaponstothegroundAndhearthesentenceofyourmovedprince
prince.Threecivilbrawls,bredofanairyword,Bythee,oldCapulet,andMontague,Havethricedisturb’dthequietofourstreets,AndmadeVerona’sancientcitizensCastbytheirgravebeseemingornaments,Towieldoldpartisans,inhandsasold,Canker’dwithpeace,topartyourcanker’dhate.
Ifeveryoudisturbourstreetsagain,Yourlivesshallpaytheforfeitofthepeace.
Forthistimealltherestdepartaway:
You,Capulet,shallgoalongwithme,AndMontague,comeyouthisafternoon,Toknowourfartherpleasureinthiscase,TooldFree-town,our
commun
commonjudgement-place.Oncemore,onpainofdeath,allmendepart.
[Exeunt
Prince
PrinceandAttendants;MONTAGUE.
Whosetthis
ancienne
ancientquarrelnewabroach?Speak,
neveu
nephew,wereyoubywhenitbegan?BENVOLIO.
HereweretheservantsofyouradversaryAndyours,closefightingereIdidapproach.
I
tiré
drewtopartthem,intheinstantcameThefieryTybalt,withhisépée
swordprepar’d,Which,ashebreath’ddefiancetomyears,Hebalançait
swungabouthishead,andcutthewinds,Whonothinghurtwithal,hiss’dhiminscorn.WhilewewereinterchangingthrustsandblowsCamemoreandmore,andfoughtonpartandpart,Tillthe
Prince
Princecame,whopartedeitherpart.LADYMONTAGUE.
OwhereisRomeo,sawyouhimtoday?
RightgladIamhewasnotatthisfray.
BENVOLIO.
Madam,anhourbeforetheworshipp’dsunPeer’dforththegoldenwindowoftheeast,Atroubledminddravemetowalkabroad,WhereunderneaththegroveofsycamoreThatwestwardrootethfromthiscityside,SoearlywalkingdidIseeyourson.
Vers
TowardshimImade,buthewaswareofme,Andstoleintothecovertofthebois
wood.I,measuringhisaffectionsbymyown,Whichthenmostsoughtwheremostmightnotbefound,Beingonetoomanybymywearyself,Pursu’dmyhumour,notpursuinghis,Andgladlyshunn’dwhogladlyfledfromme.
MONTAGUE.
Manyamorninghathhetherebeenseen,Withtearsaugmentingthefreshmorning’sdew,
Ajoutant
Addingtocloudsmorecloudswithhisdeepsighs;Butallsosoonastheall-cheeringsunShouldinthefarthesteastbeginto
tirer
drawTheshadycurtainsfromAurora’sbed,Awayfromlightstealshomemyheavyson,Andprivateinhischamberpenshimself,Shutsuphiswindows,locksfairdaylightoutAndmakeshimselfanartificialnight.Blackandportentousmustthishumourprove,Unlessgoodcounselmaythecause
enlever
remove.BENVOLIO.
Mynobleuncle,doyouknowthecause?
MONTAGUE.
Ineitherknowitnorcanlearnofhim.
BENVOLIO.
Haveyouimportun’dhimbyanymeans?
MONTAGUE.
Bothbymyselfandmanyotherfriends;
Buthe,hisownaffections’counsellor,Istohimself—Iwillnotsayhowtrue—
Buttohimselfsosecretandsoclose,Sofarfromsoundinganddiscovery,AsisthebudbitwithanenviouswormErehecan
étaler
spreadhissweetleavestotheair,Ordedicatehisbeautytothesun.Couldwebutlearnfromwhencehissorrowsgrow,Wewouldaswillinglygivecureasknow.Entré
EnterRomeo.BENVOLIO.
See,wherehecomes.
Sopleaseyoustepaside;
I’llknowhisgrievanceorbemuch
refusé
denied.MONTAGUE.
IwouldthouwertsohappybythystayToheartrueshrift.
Come,madam,let’saway,.
BENVOLIO.
Goodmorrow,cousin.
ROMEO.
Isthedaysoyoung?