Gregory, on my word we'll not carry coals.

No, for then we should be colliers.

I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.

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

I strike quickly being moved.

But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant, is to stand. 1430Therefore if thou art moved thou runn'st away.

A dog of that house shall move me to stand. 1632I will take the wall of any man or maid of 33Montagues.

That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes 1835to the wall.

'Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, 2037are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague's men 2138from the wall and thrust his maids to the wall.

The quarrel is between our masters and us their 40men.

'Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have 2542fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids; I will cut 2643off their heads.

The heads of the maids.

Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads, take it 2946in what sense thou wilt.

They must take it in sense that feel it.

Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and 'tis 3249known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been 3451poor-john. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of 3552Montagues.

[Draws sword.]My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back thee.

How? Turn thy back and run?

Fear me not.

No, marry, I fear thee.

Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

I will frown as I pass by and let them take it as they list.

Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which 4461is disgrace to them if they bear it.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

I do bite my thumb, sir.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

[To Gregory] Is the law of our side if I say "Ay"?

[To Sampson] No.

[To Abraham] No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite 5068my thumb, sir.

Do you quarrel, sir?

Quarrel, sir? No, sir.

But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.

No better.

Well, sir.

[To Sampson] Say "Better." Here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

[To Abraham] Yes, better, sir.

You lie.

Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing 6078blow.

[Draws sword to intervene in their fight.]Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what 6280you do.

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? 6583[Draws sword.]Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.

I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword 6785or manage it to part these men with me.

What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word 6987as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee. 7088Have at thee, coward![They fight.]

Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! 7391Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!

What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!

A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?

My sword, I say; old Mountague is come

1.1.567896And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

[Brandishes sword.]Thou villain Capulet!-- [To Wife] hold me not; let me go.

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

1.1.6384102Profaners of this neighbor-stainèd steel--

1.1.6485103Will they not hear? What, ho! [Fighters ignore him and keep fighting.]You men, you beasts

1.1.6586104That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

1.1.6687105With purple fountains issuing from your veins:

1.1.6788106On pain of torture, from those bloody hands,

1.1.6889107Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground

1.1.6990108And hear the sentence of your movèd prince.[Fighters lay down weapons or sheathe swords.]

1.1.7091109Three civil brawls bred of an airy word,

1.1.7192110By thee old Capulet and Montague,

1.1.7293111Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

1.1.7394112And made Verona's ancient citizens

1.1.7495113Cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments

1.1.7596114To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

1.1.7697115Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate.

1.1.7798116If ever you disturb our streets again,

1.1.7899117Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

1.1.79100118For this time all the rest depart away.

1.1.80101119You, Capulet, shall go along with me.

1.1.81102120And Montague, come you this afternoon

1.1.82103121To know our farther pleasure in this case

1.1.83104122To old Freetown, our common judgment place.

1.1.84105123Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

1.1.87107126Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

Here were the servants of your adversary

1.1.89109128And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.

1.1.90110129I drew to part them; in the instant came

1.1.91111130The fiery Tybalt with his sword prepared,

1.1.92112131Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,

1.1.93113132He swung about his head and cut the winds,

1.1.94114133Who nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn.

1.1.95115134While we were interchanging thrusts and blows

1.1.96116135Came more and more, and fought on part and part,

1.1.97117136Till the Prince came, who parted either part.

O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?

1.1.99119138Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Madam, an hour before the worshiped sun

1.1.101121140Peered forth the golden window of the east,

1.1.102122141A troubled mind drew me to walk abroad,

1.1.103123142Where underneath the grove of sycamore,

1.1.104124143That westward rooteth from this city side,

1.1.105125144So early walking did I see your son.

1.1.106126145Towards him I made, but he was ware of me

1.1.107127146And stole into the covert of the wood.

1.1.108128147I, measuring his affections by my own,

1.1.109129148Which then most sought where most might not be found.

1.1.110130149Being one too many by my weary self,

1.1.111131150Pursued my humor, not pursuing his,

1.1.112132151And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me.

Many a morning hath he there been seen

1.1.114134153With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew.

1.1.115135154Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs.

1.1.116136155But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

1.1.117137156Should in the farthest east begin to draw

1.1.118138157The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

1.1.119139158Away from light steals home my heavy son,

1.1.120140159And private in his chamber pens himself,

1.1.121141160Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,

1.1.122142161And makes himself an artificial night.

1.1.123143162Black and portentous must this humor prove,

1.1.124144163Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

I neither know it nor can learn of him.

Have you importuned him by any means?

Both by my self and many other friends,

1.1.129149168But he, his own affections' counselor,

1.1.130150169Is to himself--I will not say how true--

1.1.131151170But to himself so secret and so close,

1.1.132152171So far from sounding and discovery,

1.1.133153172As is the bud bit with an envious worm

1.1.134154173Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air

1.1.135155174Or dedicate his beauty to the same.

1.1.136156175Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,

1.1.137157176We would as willingly give cure as know.

See where he comes. [Points to Romeo.]So please you, step aside.

1.1.140160179I'll know his grievance or be much denied.

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay

1.1.142162181To hear true shrift.-- [To Wife] Come, madam, let's away.

Good morrow, cousin.

Is the day so young?

But new struck nine.

Ay me, sad hours seem long.

1.1.148167187Was that my father that went hence so fast?

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Not having that, which having, makes them short.

In love?

Out.

Of love?

Out of her favor where I am in love.

Alas that love, so gentle in his view,

1.1.156175195Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.

Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,

1.1.158177197Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will.

1.1.159178198Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?

1.1.160179199Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.

1.1.161180200Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

1.1.162181201Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,

1.1.163182202O any thing of nothing first created!

1.1.164183203O heavy lightness, serious vanity,

1.1.165184204Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,

1.1.166185205Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,

1.1.167186206Still-waking sleep that is not what it is.

1.1.168187207This love feel I, that feel no love in this.

1.1.169188208Dost thou not laugh?

No, coz, I rather weep.

Good heart, at what?

At thy good heart's oppression.

Why, such is love's transgression.

1.1.174193213Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,

1.1.175194214Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed

1.1.176195215With more of thine; this love that thou hast shown

1.1.177196216Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.

1.1.178197217Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,

1.1.179198218Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,

1.1.180199219Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears,

1.1.181200220What is it else? A madness, most discreet,

1.1.182201221A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

1.1.183202222Farewell, my coz.

Soft, I will go along

1.1.185204224And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here.

1.1.187206226This is not Romeo; he's some other where.

Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Groan? Why, no, but sadly tell me who.

A sick man in sadness makes his will.

1.1.192211231A word ill-urged to one that is so ill.

1.1.193212232In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

[Exasperated tone.]I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved.

A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Well, in that hit you miss. She'll not be hit

1.1.198217237With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit,

1.1.199218238And in strong proof of chastity well armed,

1.1.200219239From love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed.

1.1.201220240She will not stay the siege of loving terms,

1.1.202221241Nor bide th'encounter of assailing eyes,

1.1.203222242Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold,

1.1.204223243O she is rich, in beauty only poor,

1.1.205224244That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste.

1.1.208227247For beauty starved with her severity

1.1.209228248Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

1.1.210229249She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair

1.1.211230250To merit bliss by making me despair.

1.1.212231251She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow,

1.1.213232252Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.

Be ruled by me; forget to think of her.

O, teach me how I should forget to think.

By giving liberty unto thine eyes.

1.1.217236256Examine other beauties.

'Tis the way to call hers--exquisite--in question more;

1.1.219238258These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,

1.1.220239259Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair.

1.1.221240260He that is strucken blind cannot forget

1.1.222241261The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

1.1.223242262Show me a mistress that is passing fair,

1.1.224243263What doth her beauty serve but as a note

1.1.225244264Where I may read who passed that passing fair?

1.1.226245265Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.

1.1.228I'll pay that doctrine or else die in debt.