These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, The last true duties of thy noble son. Marc. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips: O! were the sum of these that I should pay pay them. Countless and infinite, yet would Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us 160 To melt in showers: thy grandsire lov'd thee Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, Because kind nature doth require it so : Would I were dead, so you did live again. Re-enter Attendants, with AARON. Give sentence on this execrable wretch, There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food: 181 For the offence he dies. This is our doom: I am no baby, I, that with base prayers 190 Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor And give him burial in his father's grave. First Rom. You sad Andronici, have done Then, afterwards, to order well the state, That like events may ne'er it ruinate. Exeunt. Citizens of Verona; Kinsfolk of both Houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants. Chorus. SCENE.-During the greater Part of the Play in Verona: once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua. Samp. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. Gre. I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. Samp. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? 52 Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? side if I say ay? Gre. No. Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Samp. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, If ever you disturb our streets again sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. Gre. Do you quarrel, sir? 60 101 Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. 110 Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary Lady Mon. O! where is Romeo? saw you him Right glad I am he was not at this fray. 130 Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'dsun I, measuring his affections by my own, 142 Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, 150 Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? Mon. I neither know it nor can learn of him. Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means? Mon. Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his 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, 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. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know. Enter ROMEO. 161 Rom. What shall I groan and tell thee? But sadly tell me who. 211 Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will; Ah! word ill urg'd to one that is so ill. In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. Ben. I aim'd so near when I suppos'd you lov'd Rom. A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Rom. Well, in that hit you miss : she 'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit; She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty starv'd with her severity Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! Ben. 190 No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. 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 With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. Ben. 201 Soft, I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Rom. Tut! 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 you love. To merit bliss by making me despair: Ben. Be rul'd by me; forget to think of her. Rom. O! teach me how I should forget to think Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes: Examine other beauties. To call hers exquisite, in question more. Exeunt. SCENE II.-The Same. A Street. Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant. Cap. But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace. suit! Par. Of honourable reckoning are you both: And pity 'tis you liv'd at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years: Let two more summers wither in their pride 1o Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel 30 And like her most whose merit most shall be : Which on more view, of many mine being one May stand in number, though in reckoning none. Come, go with me. To Servant, giving a paper. Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out whose names are written here! It is written that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter, with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned. In good time. Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO. Ben. Tut! man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish ; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish : 50 Take thou some new infection to thy eye, Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp'd and tormented, and-Good den, good fellow. Serv. God gi' good den. I pray, sir, can you read? Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery. 60 Serv. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I pray, can you read any thing you see? Rom. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Serv. Ye say honestly; rest you merry. Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read. Signior Martino and his wife and daughters: County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio and his lovely nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the lively Helena. 72 A fair assembly; whither should they come? Serv. Up. Rom. Whither? Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry! Exit. Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st, With all the admired beauties of Verona : Go thither; and with unattainted eye Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires! 91 Lady Cap. A fortnight and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Susan and she-God rest all Christian souls !— Were of an age. Well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me. But, as I said. On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she was wean'd, I never shall forget it, 20 |