Lady Montague. note
Mon.
Thou villain Capulet!—Hold note me not, let me go note.
La. Mon. note
Thou shalt not stir one note foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince Escalus, note with his train.
Prin.
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,— note
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Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those note bloody hands note
Throw your mistemper'd note weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls note, bred of an airy note word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made note Verona's note ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming note ornaments note,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your note canker'd hate note note:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our farther note pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgement-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
[Exeunt note all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio.
note
Mon. note
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Ben.
Here were the servants of your adversary
And yours close fighting ere I did approach:
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I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared;
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung note about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd note him in scorn note:
While we were interchanging thrusts note and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part note.
La. Mon. note
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day? note
Right glad I am note he was not at this fray.
Ben.
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave note me to walk abroad note;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore note
That westward rooteth from the city's note side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made; but he was ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
Which then most sought where most might not be found note,
Being one too many by my weary self note,
Pursued my humour note, not pursuing his note,
And gladly shunn'd note who note gladly fled from me.
Mon.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
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With tears augmenting the fresh morning's note dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs note:
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should note in the farthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night:
Black and portentous note must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
Ben.
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon.
I neither know it nor can learn note of him.
Ben.
Have you importuned him by any means?
Mon.
Both by myself and many other note friends:
But he, his note own affections' counsellor,
Is to himself—I will not say how true—
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery, note
As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun note.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
We would as willingly give cure as know.
Enter Romeo. note
Ben.
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Mon.
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
[Exeunt note Montague and Lady.
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Ben.
Good morrow, cousin.
Rom.
Is the day so young?
Ben.
But new struck note nine.
Rom.
Ay note me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence note so fast?
Ben.
It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Rom.
Not having that which, having, makes them short.
Ben.
In love? note
Rom.
Out— note
Ben.
Of love? note
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 note note!
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 any thing, of nothing first create note!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming note forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health note!
Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Dost thou not laugh?
Ben.
No, coz, I rather weep.
Rom.
Good heart, at what?
Ben.
At thy good heart's oppression.
Rom.
Why, such is note love's transgression note.
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Griefs of mine note own lie heavy in my breast;
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it note prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too note much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised note with the fume of sighs;
Being purged note, a fire sparkling note in lovers' eyes;
note note
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' note tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet note,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz note.
Ben.
Soft! I will note go along:
An note if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Rom.
Tut note, I have lost myself; I am not here;
This is not Romeo, he's some other where.
Ben.
Tell me in sadness, who is that note you love.
Rom.
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Ben.
Groan! why, no;
But sadly tell me who note note.
Rom.
Bid a sick man in sadness make note his will:
Ah, word note ill urged to one that is so ill!
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Ben.
I aim'd so near when I supposed you loved.
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Rom.
A right good mark-man note! And she's fair I love.
Ben.
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Rom.
Well note, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit
With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit,
And in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd note note.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide note the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor ope note her lap to saint-seducing note gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor
That, when she note dies, with beauty dies her store note.
Ben.
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Rom.
She hath, and in that sparing makes note huge waste;
For beauty, starved note with her severity,
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too note fair, too wise, wisely too note fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
Ben.
Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
Rom.
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Ben. note
By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Examine other beauties.
Rom.
'Tis the way
To call hers, exquisite, in question note more note:
These note happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, put note us in mind they hide the fair;
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He that is strucken note blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
What note doth her beauty serve but as note a note
Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? note
Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
Ben.
I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
[Exeunt.
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William Aldis Wright [1863–1866], The works of William Shakespeare edited by William George Clark... and John Glover [and William Aldis Wright] (Macmillan and Co., London) [word count] [S10701].
