Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers,
of the House of Capulet.
Regory: A my word wee'l not carry coales.
No, for then we should be Colliars.
I mean, if we be in choller, wee'l draw.
I, While you liue, draw your necke out
I strike quickly, being mou'd.
But thou art not quickly mou'd to strike.
A dog of the house of Mountague, moues me.
To moue, is to stir: and to be valiant, is to stand:
Therefore, if thou art mou'd, thou runst away.
A dogge of that house shall moue me to stand.
I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues.
That shewes thee a weake slaue, for the wea
kest goes to the wall.
True, and therefore women being the weaker
Vessels, are euer thrust to the wall: therefore I will push
Mountagues men from the wall, and thrust his Maides to
The Quarrell is betweene our Masters, and vs
'Tis all one, I will shew my selfe a tyrant: when
I haue fought with the men, I will bee ciuill with the
Maids, and cut off their heads.
The heads of the Maids?
I, the heads of the Maids, or their Maiden‑heads,
Take it in what sence thou wilt.
They must take it sence, that feele it.
Me they shall feele while I am able to stand:
And 'tis knowne I am a pretty peece of flesh.
'Tis well thou art not Fish: If thou had'st, thou
had'st beene poore Iohn. Draw thy Toole, here comes of
the House of the Mountagues.
Enter two other Seruingmen.
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I wil back thee
How? Turne thy backe, and run.
Feare me not.
No marry: I feare thee.
Let vs take the Law of our sides: let them begin.
I wil frown as I passe by, & let themthē take it as they list
Nay, as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them,
which is a disgrace to them, if they beare it.
Do you bite your Thumbe at vs sir?
I do bite my Thumbe, sir.
Do you bite your Thumb at vs, sir?
Is the Law of our side, if I say I?
No sir, I do not bite my Thumbe at you sir: but
I bite my Thumbe sir.
Do you quarrell sir?
Quarrell sir? no sir.
If you do sir, I am for you, I serue as good a man
Say better: here comes one of my masters kinsmen.
Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy
Part Fooles, put vp your Swords, you know not
what you do.
What art thou drawne, among these heartlesse
Hindes? Turne thee Benuolio, looke vpon thy death.
I do but keepe the peace, put vp thy Sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
What draw, and talke of peace? I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Mountagues, and thee:
Haue at thee Coward.
Enter three or foure Citizens with Clubs.
Clubs, BThis B is slightly obscured by a fold in the page, as are the letters below it.ils, and Partisons, strike, beat them down
Downe with the Capulets, downe with the Mountagues.
Enter old Capulet in his Gowne, and his wife.
What noise is this? Giue me my long Sword ho.
A crutch, a crutch: why call you for a Sword?
My Sword I say: Old Mountague is come,
And flourishes his Blade in spight of me.
Enter old Mountague, & his wife.
Thou villaine Capulet. Hold me not, let me go
Thou shalt not stir a foote to seeke a Foe.
Enter Prince Eskales, with his Traine.
Rebellious Subiects, Enemies to peace,
Prophaners of this Neighbor‑stained Steele,
Will they not heare? What hoe, you Men, you Beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernitious Rage,
With purple Fountaines issuing from your Veines:
On paine of Torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd Weapons to the ground,
And heare the Sentence of your mooued Prince.
Three ciuill Broyles, bred of an Ayery word,
By thee old Capulet and Mountague,
Haue thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient Citizens
Cast by their Graue beseeming Ornaments,
To wield old Partizans, in hands as old,