Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you. Abr. No better. Sam. Well, sir. Enter BENEVOLIO, at a distance. Gre. [aside to SAM.] Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better. Abr. You lie. Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do. [Beats down their swords. Enter TYBALT. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio look upon thy death. Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, draw, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward. [They fight. Enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs. I Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans ! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! Enter CAPULET, in his gown; and LADY CAPULET. Cap. What noise is this?-Give me my long sword, ho! Lady Cap. A crutch, a crutch !—Why call you for a sword? Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE, Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-hold me not, let me go. Lady Mon. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began? Till the prince came, who parted either part. Right glad am I, he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure, as know. Enter ROMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes : so please you, I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Rom. Is the day so young? Ben. But new struck nine. Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Ben. It was: what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them short. Ben. In love? Rom. Out Ben. Of love? Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love. Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will ! Where shall we dine?-O me !-What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to-do with hate, but more with love: Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Ben. No, coz, I rather weep, Rom. Good heart, at what? At thy good heart's oppression. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it press'd |