Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so I know when one is dead, and when one lives; Kent. Fall, and cease! That ever I have felt. Kent. -You, to your rights; [To EDGAR and KENT. O my good master! [Kneeling. With boot, and such addition as your honours Lear. Pr'ythee, away. Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever! Ha! Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Did I not, fellow? straight. Lear. This is a dull sign. Are you not Kent? Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius ? Have more than merited. All friends shall taste The cup of their deservings. — O, see, see! Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, more. Never, never, never, never, never! Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, sir. Look there, look there! [He dies. That would upon the rack of this rough world Edg. Alb. Bear them from hence. Our present Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; [Exeunt, with a dead march Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men. Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads. Gre. The heads of the maids? Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt. Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it. Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues. Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee. Gre. How? turn thy back, and run? Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! Sam. 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. Sam. 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? Sam. I do bite my thumb, s.. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? ay Gre. No. Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. Gre. Do you quarrel, sir? Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you. Abr. No better. Sam. Well, sir. Enter BENVOLIO, at a distance. Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. Sam. Yes, better, sir. Sam. Draw, if you be men. — Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do. [Beats down their swords. Enter TYBALT. Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these hartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the wold, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate : If ever you disturb our streets again, [Exeunt PRINCE and Attendants; CAPULET, Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?— Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, La. Mon. O, where is Romeo! -saw you him Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs: But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the further 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 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 of him. Ben. Have you impórtun'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 So far from sounding and discovery, As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweat 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, at a distance. Rom. Good heart, at what? Ben. At thy good heart's oppression Rom. Why, such is love's transgressi ən. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast; Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love, that thou hast shown, Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke rais'd 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. 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 she is you love. Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? Ben. Groan? why, no; Ben. But sadly tell me, who. [Going. 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 marks-man! And she's fair I love. Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: 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! Where shall we dine? O me! - What fray was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Ben, No, coz, 1 rather weep. O, she is rich in beauty; only poor, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chaste? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste; For beauty, starv'd with her severity. 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 : 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 suit? 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, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride. Par. Younger than she are happy mothers made. And like her most, whose merit most shall be: My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. 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 : Rom. Your plaintain leaf is excellent for that. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Good-e'en, good I pray, sir, can you Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you tnat before. 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 Rom. When the devout religion of mine eve Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye : But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you, shining at this feast, And she shall scant show well, that now shows best. Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, But to rejoice in splendour of mine own. [Exeunt. SCENE III. - A Room in Capulet's House. Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Nurse. Now, by my maiden-head, year old, -at twelve I bade her come.-What, lamb! what, lady-bird!— God forbid! - where's this girl? — what, Juliet! We must talk in secret. —Nurse, come back again; I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, La. 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, |