- Romeo and Juliet, Modern, Quarto 2
- Romeo and Juliet, Quarto 1, 1597 (Old-spelling transcription)
- Romeo and Juliet, Quarto 2, 1599 (Old-spelling transcription)
- Romeo and Juliet, Folio 1, 1623 (Old-spelling transcription)
- Romeo and Juliet, Quarto 1
- Romeo and Juliet, Quarto 2
- First Folio
- Brandeis University
- New South Wales
THE TRAGEDIE OF
ROMEO and IVLIET.
1 A ct us Primus. Sc oe na Prima.
2 Enter Samp s on and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers,
3of the Hou s e of Capulet.
4 Samp s on.
5GRegory: A my word wee'l not carry coales.
6 Greg. No, for then we s h ould be Colliars.
7 Samp. I mean, if we be in choller, wee'l draw.
8 Greg. I, While you liue, draw your necke out
9o'th Collar.
10 Samp. I s t rike quickly, being mou'd.
11 Greg. But thou art not quickly mou'd to s t rike.
12 Samp. A dog of the hou s e of Mountague, moues me.
13 Greg. To moue, is to s t ir: and to be valiant, is to s t and:
14Therefore, if thou art mou'd, thou run s t away.
15 Samp. A dogge of that hou s e s h all moue me to s t and.
16I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues.
17 Greg. That s h ewes thee a weake s l aue, for the wea -
18ke s t goes to the wall.
19 Samp. True, and therefore women being the weaker
20Ve s s els, are euer thru s t to the wall: therefore I will pu s h
21Mountagues men from the wall, and thru s t his Maides to
23 Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Ma s t ers, and vs (their men.
24 Samp. 'Tis all one, I will s h ew my s elfe a tyrant: when
25I haue fought with the men, I will bee ciuill with the
26Maids, and cut o ff their heads.
27 Greg. The heads of the Maids?
28 Sam. I, the heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads,
29Take it in what s ence thou wilt.
30 Greg. They mu s t take it s ence, that feele it.
31 Samp. Me they s h all feele while I am able to s t and:
32And 'tis knowne I am a pretty peece of fl e s h .
33 Greg. 'Tis well thou art not Fi s h : If thou had' s t , thou
34had' s t beene poore Iohn. Draw thy Toole, here comes of
35the Hou s e of the Mountagues.
36 Enter two other Seruingmen.
37 Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I wil back thee
38 Gre. How? Turne thy backe, and run.
39 Sam. Feare me not.
40 Gre. No marry: I feare thee.
41 Sam. Let vs take the Law of our s i des: let them begin.
42 Gr. I wil frown as I pa s s e by, & let th thẽ take it as they li s t
43 Sam. Nay, as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them,
44which is a di s grace to them, if they beare it.
45 Abra. Do you bite your Thumbe at vs s i r?
46 Samp. I do bite my Thumbe, s i r.
47 Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs, s i r?
48 Sam. Is the Law of our s i de, if I s ay I? Gre. No.
49 Sam, No s i r, I do not bite my Thumbe at you s i r: but
50I bite my Thumbe s i r.
51 Greg. Do you quarrell s i r?
52 Abra. Quarrell s i r? no s i r.
53 Sam. If you do s i r, I am for you, I s erue as good a man (as you
54 Abra. No better? Samp. Well s i r.
55 Enter Benuolio.
56 Gr. Say better: here comes one of my ma s t ers kin s men.
57 Samp. Yes, better.
58 Abra. You Lye.
59 Samp. Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy
60wa s h ing blow. They Fight.
61 Ben. Part Fooles, put vp your Swords, you know not
62what you do.
63 Enter Tibalt.
64 Tyb. What art thou drawne, among the s e heartle s s e
65Hindes? Turne thee Benuolio, looke vpon thy death.
66 Ben. I do but keepe the peace, put vp thy Sword,
67Or manage it to part the s e men with me.
68 Tyb. What draw, and talke of peace? I hate the word
69As I hate hell, all Mountagues, and thee:
70Haue at thee Coward. Fight.
71 Enter three or foure Citizens with Clubs.
72 O ffi . Clubs, Bils, and Parti s ons, s t rike, beat them down
73Downe with the Capulets, downe with the Mountagues.
74 Enter old Capulet in his Gowne, and his wife.
75 Cap. What noi s e is this? Giue me my long Sword ho.
76 Wife. A crutch, a crutch: why call you for a Sword?
77 Cap. My Sword I s ay: Old Mountague is come,
78And fl ouri s h es his Blade in s pight of me.
79 Enter old Mountague, & his wife.
80 Moun. Thou villaine Capulet. Hold me not, let me go
81 2. Wife. Thou s h alt not s t ir a foote to s eeke a Foe.
82 Enter Prince E s kales, with his Traine.
83 Prince. Rebellious Subie ct s, Enemies to peace,
84Prophaners of this Neighbor- s t ained Steele,
85Will they not heare? What hoe, you Men, you Bea s t s,
86That quench the fi re of your pernitious Rage,
87With purple Fountaines i s s uing from your Veines:
88On paine of Torture, from tho s e bloody hands
89Throw your mi s t emper'd Weapons to the ground,
90And heare the Sentence of your mooued Prince.
91Three ciuill Broyles, bred of an Ayery word,
92By thee old Capulet and Mountague,
93Haue thrice di s t urb'd the quiet of our s t reets,
94And made Verona's ancient Citizens
95Ca s t by their Graue be s eeming Ornaments,
96To wield old Partizans, in hands as old,
54 The Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet.
97Cankred with peace, to part your Cankred hate,
98If euer you di s t urbe our s t reets againe,
99Your liues s h all pay the forfeit of the peace.
100For this time all the re s t depart away:
101You Capulet s h all goe along with me,
102And Mountague come you this afternoone,
103To know our Fathers plea s ure in this ca s e:
104To old Free-towne, our common iudgement place:
105Once more on paine of death, all men depart. Exeunt.
106 Moun. Who s et this auncient quarrell new abroach?
107Speake Nephew, were you by, when it began:
108 Ben. Heere were the s eruants of your aduer s arie,
109And yours clo s e fi ghting ere I did approach,
110I drew to part them, in the in s t ant came
111The fi ery Tibalt, with his s word prepar'd,
112Which as he breath'd de fi ance to my eares,
113He s wong about his head, and cut the windes,
114Who nothing hurt withall, hi s t him in s corne.
115While we were enterchanging thru s t s and blowes,
116Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
117Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
118 Wife. O where is Romeo, s aw you him to day?
119Right glad am I, he was not at this fray.
120 Ben. Madam, an houre before the wor s h ipt Sun
121Peer'd forth the golden window of the Ea s t ,
122A troubled mind draue me to walke abroad,
123Where vnderneath the groue of Sycamour,
124That We s t -ward rooteth from this City s i de:
125So earely walking did I s ee your Sonne:
126Towards him I made, but he was ware of me,
127And s t ole into the couert of the wood,
128I mea s uring his a ff e ct ions by my owne,
129Which then mo s t s ought, wher mo s t might not be found:
130Being one too many by my weary s elfe,
131Pur s ued my Honour, not pur s uing his
132And gladly s h unn'd, who gladly fl ed from me.
133 Mount. Many a morning hath he there beene s eene,
134With teares augmenting the fre s h mornings deaw,
135Adding to cloudes, more cloudes with his deepe s i ghes,
136But all s o s oone as the all-cheering Sunne,
137Should in the farthe s t Ea s t begin to draw
138The s h adie Curtaines from Auroras bed,
139Away from light s t eales home my heauy Sonne,
140And priuate in his Chamber pennes him s elfe,
141Shuts vp his windowes, lockes faire day-light out,
142And makes him s elfe an arti fi ciall night:
143Blacke and portendous mu s t this humour proue,
144Vnle s s e good coun s ell may the cau s e remoue.
145 Ben. My Noble Vncle doe you know the cau s e?
146 Moun. I neither know it, nor can learne of him.
147 Ben. Haue you importun'd him by any meanes?
148 Moun. Both by my s elfe and many others Friends,
149But he his owne a ff e ct ions coun s eller,
150Is to him s elfe (I will not s ay how true)
151But to him s elfe s o s ecret and s o clo s e,
152So farre from s ounding and di s couery,
153As is the bud bit with an enuious worme,
154Ere he can s pread his s weete leaues to the ayre,
155Or dedicate his beauty to the s ame.
156Could we but learne from whence his s orrowes grow,
157We would as willingly giue cure, as know.
158 Enter Romeo.
159 Be n See where he comes, s o plea s e you s t ep a s i de,
160Ile know his greeuance, or be much denide.
161 Moun. I would thou wert s o happy by thy s t ay,
162To heare true s h rift. Come Madam let's away. Exeunt.
163 Ben. Good morrow Cou s i n.
164 Rom. Is the day s o young?
165 Ben. But new s t rooke nine.
166 Rom. Aye me, s ad houres s eeme long:
167Was that my Father that went hence s o fa s t ?
168 Ben. It was: what s adnes lengthens Romeo's houres?
169 Ro. Not hauing that, which hauing, makes them s h ort
170 Ben. In loue.
171 Romeo. Out.
172 Ben. Of loue.
173 Rom. Out of her fauour where I am in loue.
174 Ben. Alas that loue s o gentle in his view,
175Should be s o tyrannous and rough in proofe.
176 Rom. Alas that loue, who s e view is mu ffl ed s t ill,
177Should without eyes, s ee path-wayes to his will:
178Where s h all we dine? O me: what fray was heere?
179Yet tell me not, for I haue heard it all:
180Heere's much to do with hate, but more with loue:
181Why then, O brawling loue, O louing hate,
182O any thing, of nothing fi r s t created:
183O heauie lightne s s e, s erious vanity,
184Mi s h apen Chaos of wel s eeing formes,
185Feather of lead, bright s moake, cold fi re, s i cke health,
186Still waking s l eepe, that is not what it is:
187This loue feele I, that feele no loue in this.
188Doe s t thou not laugh?
189 Ben. No Coze, I rather weepe.
190 Rom. Good heart, at what?
191 Ben. At thy good hearts oppre s s i on.
192 Rom. Why s uch is loues tran s gre s s i on.
193Griefes of mine owne lie heauie in my brea s t ,
194Which thou wilt propagate to haue it prea s t
195With more of thine, this loue that thou ha s t s h owne,
196Doth adde more griefe, to too much of mine owne.
197Loue, is a s moake made with the fume of s i ghes,
198Being purg'd, a fi re s parkling in Louers eyes,
199Being vext, a Sea nouri s h t with louing teares,
200What is it el s e? a madne s s e, mo s t di s creet,
201A choking gall, and a pre s eruing s weet:
202Farewell my Coze.
203 Ben. Soft I will goe along.
204And if you leaue me s o, you do me wrong.
205 Rom. Tut I haue lo s t my s elfe, I am not here,
206This is not Romeo, hee's s ome other where.
207 Ben. Tell me in s adne s s e, who is that you loue?
208 Rom. What s h all I grone and tell thee?
209 Ben. Grone, why no: but s adly tell me who.
210 Rom. A s i cke man in s adne s s e makes his will:
211A word ill vrg'd to one that is s o ill:
212In s adne s s e Cozin, I do loue a woman.
213 Ben. I aym'd s o neare, when I s uppos'd you lou'd.
214 Rom. A right good marke man, and s h ee's faire I loue
215 Ben. A right faire marke, faire Coze, is s oone s t hit.
216 Rom. Well in that hit you mi s s e, s h eel not be hit
217With Cupids arrow, s h e hath Dians wit:
218And in s t rong proofe of cha s t ity well arm'd:
219From loues weake childi s h Bow, s h e liues vncharm'd.
220Shee will not s t ay the s i ege of louing tearmes,
221Nor bid th'incounter of a s s ailing eyes.
222Nor open her lap to Sain ct - s educing Gold:
223O s h e is rich in beautie, onely poore,
224That when s h e dies, with beautie dies her s t ore.
225 Ben. Then s h e hath s worne, that s h e will s t ill liue cha s t ?
226 Rom. She hath, and in that s paring make huge wa s t ?
227For beauty s t eru'd with her s euerity,
228Cuts beauty o ff from all po s t eritie.
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229She is too faire, too wi s ewi : s ely too faire,
230To merit bli s s e by making me di s paire:
231She hath for s worne to loue, and in that vow
232Do I liue dead, that liue to tell it now.
233 Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to thinke of her.
234 Rom. O teach me how I s h ould forget to thinke.
235 Ben. By giuing liberty vnto thine eyes,
236Examine other beauties,
237 Ro. 'Tis the way to cal hers (exqui s i t) in que s t ion more,
238The s e happy ma s kes that ki s s e faire Ladies browes,
239Being blacke, puts vs in mind they hide the faire:
240He that is s t rooken blind, cannot forget
241The precious trea s ure of his eye- s i ght lo s t :
242Shew me a Mi s t re s s e that is pa s s i ng faire,
243What doth her beauty s erue but as a note,
244Where I may read who pa s t that pa s s i ng faire.
245Farewell thou can' s t not teach me to forget,
246 Ben. Ile pay that do ct rine, or el s e die in debt. Exeunt
