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The fearful pallage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which but their children's end nought could remove,

Is now the two hours traffick of our stage :
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What bere fball miss, our toil shall Arive to mend.

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this fear of his, Cicero has likewise alluded in his second book De Legibus. I had almost forgot to obferve, that Pliny exprelly says burning of dead bodies was noi an old institution among the Romans ; but their dead were interr'it. - Ip/um cremare apud Romanos non fuit vtleris inftituti i terrâ condebantur.

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Dramatis Personæ.

ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
Paris, a young Nobleman in love with Juliet, and kins-

man to the Prince.

Montague, } Two Lords of ancient families, enemies.to

} Serwants to Capulet.

each other. Romeo, Son to Montague. Mercutio, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo. Benvolio, Kinsman and Friend to Romeo. Tybalt, Kinsman to Capulet. Friar Lawrence. Friar John. Balthasar, Servant to Romeo. Page to Paris. Sampson, Gregory, Abram, Servant to Montaguc. Apothecary Simon Catling, Hugh Rebeck, 3. Musicians, Samuel Soundboard, Peter, Servant to the Nurse. Lady Montague, Wife to Montague. Lady Capulet, Wife to Capulet. Juliet, Daughter to Capulet, in love with Romeo, Nurse to Juliet. CHORUS

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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 Man.

tva; during all the rest of the Play, in and near Verona,

ROMEO and JULIET.

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SCENE, the Street in Verona.

Enter Sampson and Gregory, (with swords and bucklers). two fervants of the Capulets.

SA MPSON,
REGOR?, on my word, we'li not carry coals.

Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.
Sam. I mean, and we be in choler, we'll

draw.

Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.

Sam, I strike quickly, being movd.
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 stir; and to be valiant, is to stand: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'it away.

Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand : 1 will take the wall of any man, or maid, of Montague's.

Greg. That shews thee a weak slave ; for the weakest goes to the wall.

Sam,

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Sam. True, and therefore women, being the weakest 'vessels, are ever thruft to the wall :-therefore I will puth Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Greg The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will new myself 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 sense thou wilt.

Greg. They must take it in sense, that feel it.

Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand : and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Greg. 'Tis well thou are not fish : if thou hadít, thou hadît been Poor John. 'Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Montagues,

Enter Abram and Balthasar. Sum. 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 pass by, and let them take it as they lift.

Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb ac them, which is a disgrace to them if they bear it.

Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. I do bite iny thumb, Sir.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir:
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say, 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.

Sam. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man, as you.

Abr. No better,
San. Well, Sir.

Enter Benvolio. Greg. Say, better: here comes one of my masters kinsmen.

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 swords, you know not what you do.

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, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues and thee : Have at thee, coward.

(Fight. Enter three or four citizens with clubs. Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans ! Itrike! beat them

down! Down with the Capulets, down with the Montagues !

Enter old Capulet in his gown, and lady Capulet. Cap. What noise is this? give me my long sword, ho! La, Cap. A crutch, a crutch :--why call you for a

sword? Cap. My sword, I say; old Montague is come, And Aourishes his blade in spight of me.

Enter old Montague, with Lady Montague. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet Hold me not, let me 30. La, Mon. Thou Thal: not ftis a foot to seek a foe,

Enter

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