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Despite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune, Alb. If there be more, more woeful, hold it in,
This would have seem'd a period
To amplify too much, would make much more, A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou, No, And top extremity. This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are Whilst I was big in clamor, came there a man, bent
Who having seen me in my worst estate, To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding Thou liest.
Who 'twas that so endured, with his strong arnis Elm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name; He fasten'd on my neck, and bellow'd out But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, As he'd burst heaven; threw him on my father; And that thy tongue some 'say? of breeding Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him, breathes,
That ever ear receiv'd : which in rccounting, What safe and nicely I might well delay
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn: Began to crack: Twice then the trumpet sounded, Back do I toss these treasons to thy head;
And there I left him tranced. With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
But who was this? Which,(for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise,) Edg. Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disThis sword of inine shall give them instant way,
guise Where they shall rest forever.-Trumpets, speak. Follow'd his enemy king, and did him service
[ Alurums. They fight. EDMUND falls. Improper for a slave. Alb. O save him, save him?
Enter a Gentleman hastily, with a bloody Knife. Gon.
This is mere practice,3 Gloster: By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer
Gent. Help! help! O help! An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd,
What kind of help? But cozen'd and beguil'd.
Speak, man. Alb.
Shut your mouth, dame, Edg; What means that bloody knife? Or with this paper shall I stop ít:--Hold, sir:
'Tis hot, it smokes; Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:- It came even from the heart of
Alb. No tearing, lady: I perceive you know it.
Who, man? speak. [Gives the Letter to EDMUND. Gent. Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister Gon. Say, if I do; the laws are mine, not thine :
By her is poison'd; she confesses it. Who shall arraign me for't ?
Edm. I was contracted to them both; all three Alb.
Most monstrous ! Now marry in an instant. Know'st thou this paper ?
Alb. Produce their bodies, be they alive or Gon. Ask me not what I know. This judgment of the heavens, that makes us
(Exit GONERIL. Alb. Go after her: she's desperate; govern her.
tremble, [To an Otlicer, who goes out. Touches us not with pity. (Exit Gentleman. Edm. What you have charged me with, that
Enter KENT. have I done;
Here comes Kent, sir. And more, much more: the time will bring it out; Alb. O! it is he. 'Tis past, and so am I: But what art thou,
The time will not allow the compliment,
I am come
To bid my king and master ayeó good-night;
Great thing of us forgot! My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
Speak, Edmund, where's the king ? and where's The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Cordelia ?Make instruments to scourge us:
Seest thou this object, Kent? The dark and vicious place where thee he got
[The Bodies of GONERIL and Regan are Cost him his eyes.
brought in. Edm. Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true;
Kent. Alack, why ihus? The wheel has come full circle; I am here.
Yet Edmund was belov'd: Alb. Methought, ihy very gait did prophesy The one the other poison'd for my soke, A royal nobleness :-I must embrace thee;
And after slew herselt. Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I
Alb. Even so.--Cover their faces. Did hate thee, or thy father!
Edm. I pant for lite :-Some good I mean to do, Edg.
Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send, I know it well.
Be brief in it,-to the casile; for my writ
Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia :
Run, run, 0, runtale
Edg. To whom, my lord !--Who has the office? And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst!
send The bloody,proclamation to escape,
Thy token of reprieve.
Alb. Haste ihee, for thy life. (Exit EDGAR. Into a mad-man's rays; to assume a semblance
Edm. He hath commission from thy wife and me That very dogs disdain'd; and in this habit
To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
To lay the blame upon her own despair,
Alb. The gods defend her! Bear him hence Never (O fault!) reveal'd myself unto him,
[EDMUND is borne oft. Until some halt' hour past, when I was armid, Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his Arms; I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last
EDGAR, Officer, and others. Told him my pilgrimaye: but his flaw'd heart,
Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl!--0, ye are men (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!)
of stones: *Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so Burst smilingly.
That heaven's vault should crack :-0, she is gone Edm. This speech of yours hath mov'd me,
for ever! And shall, perchance, do good: but speak you on; I know when one is dead, and when one lives; You look as you had something more to say. She's dead as earth :-Lend me a looking-glass; Sample. • Stratagem.
& Destroyed herself.
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Enter an Officer.
Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.
That's but a trifle here.Ellg. Or image of that horror ?
You lords and noble friends, know our intent: 41b.
Fall, and cease. What comfort to this great decay may come, Lear. This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so,
Shall be applied : For us, we will resign, It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows
During the life of this old majesty, That ever I have felt.
To him our absolute power :-You to your rights; Kent. O my good master! (Kneeling.
(To EDGAR and KENT. Leur. Pr'ythee, away.
With boot, and such addition as your honors Edg. "Tis noble Kent, your friend.
Have more than merited.--All friends shall taste Leur. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors, all!
The wages of their virtue, and all foes I might have sa ved her; now she's gone for ever!
The cup of their deservings.-0, see, see! Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!
Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no What is't thou say?st?-Her voice was ever soft,
life: Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman :
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, I kill'd the slave that was a-hanging thee.
And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Did I not, fellow? Never, never, never, never, never! I have seen the day, with my good biting faulchion
Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, sir.-. I would have made them skip: I am old now,
Do you see this? Look on her,--look,-her lips,And these same crosses spoil me.- Who are you?
Look there, look there!
[He dies. Mine eyes are none o' the best:-1'll tell you Edg.
He faints !--My lord, my lord.straight.
Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break! Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated, Edg.
Look up, my lord. One of them we behold.
Kent. Vex not his ghost: 0, let him pass! he Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Kent?
hates him, Kent.
The same; That would upon the rack of this tough world Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius? Stretch him out longer. Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;
0, he is gone, indeed. He'll strike, and quickly too :-He's dead and Kent. The wonder is, he hath endured so rotten.
long: Kent. No, my good lord: I am the very man ;
He but usurp'd his life. Lear. I'll see that straight.
Alb. Bear them from hence.-Our present Kent. That, from your first of difference and
business decay, Have follow'd your sad steps.
Is general woe. Friends of my soul, you twain
(TO KENT and EDGAR. Lear.
You are welcome hither. Rule in this realm, and the gor'd staie sustain. kent. Nor no man else;
kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; Ali's cheerless, dark, and deadly:
My master calls, and I must not say, no. Your eldest daughters have foredoom'd themselves,
Alb. The weight of this sad time we must And desperately are dead.
Ay, so I think.
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain it is The oldest hath borne most: we, that are young, That we present us to him.
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
[Exeunt, with a deud march. Useless.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
Escalus, Prince of Verona.
A BRAM, Servant to Montague.
Buy, Page to Paris.
PETER, an Officer.
LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Montague.
JULIET, Daughter to Capulet.
Nurse to Juliet.
Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relaBALTHAZAR, Servant to Romeo.
tions to both Houses; Maskers, Guards, WatchSAMPSON, Servants to Capulet.
men, and Attendants. GREGORY, )
SCENE, during the greater Part of the Play, in Verona; once, in the fifth Act, at Mantua.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two focs
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.
The fearfal passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
SCENE I.-A Public Place.
Gre. The heads of the maids?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenand Bucklers.
Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it. Sam. Gregory, o’my word, we'll not carry coals.! Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.
stand: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh. Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not tish; if thou hadst,
Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here the collar.
comes two of the house of the Montagues. Sam. I strike quickly, being moved. Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
Enter A BRAM and BALTHAZAR. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will
lire. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, is- | back thee. to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved thou Gre. How? turn thy back, and run? runn 'st away.
Sam. Fear me not. Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to Gre. No, marry: I fear thee! stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them Montague's.
begin. Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the Gre. I will frown as I pass by; and let them weakest goes to the wall.
take it as they list. Sam. True; and therefore women, being the Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:-there- them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. fore I will push Montague's men from the wall, Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? and thrust his maids to the wall.
Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir. Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? us their men.
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay? Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: Gre. No. when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel
Sam. No, sir; I do not bite my thumb at you, with the maids; I will cut off their heads.
sir: but I bite my thumb, sir. A phrase formerly in use, to signify the bearing injuries.
» Poor John is hake, dried and salted.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo !--saw you him to
?Abr. Quarrel, sir? no, sir.
day? Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as Right glad I am, he was not at this fray: good a man as you.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Abr. No better.
Peer'de forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where,-underneath the grove of sycaniore,
That westward rooteth from the city's side,Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my mas
So early walking did I see your son: ter's kinsmen.
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me, Sum. Yes, better, sir.
And stole into the covert of the wood : Abr. You lie.
I, measuring his affections by my own,-Sun. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remem- That most are busied when ihey are most alone,ber thy swashing blow,
[ They fight. Pursued my humor, not pursuing his, Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know
And gladly shunn'd who gladly iled from me. not what you do. (Beats down the Swords.
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: Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heart. But all so soon as the all-cheering sun less hinds?
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
And private in his chamber pens himself; Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, the word,
And makes himself an artificial night: As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee;
Black and portentous must this humor prove, Have at thee, coward.
[They fight. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ? the Fray; then enter Citizens with Clubs.
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn or him.
Ben. Have you impórtuned him by any means? Cit. Clubs,3 bills, and partizans! strike! beat
Mon. Both by myself and many other friends: them down!
But he, his own affections' counsellor, Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues! Is to himself, I will not say, how trueEnter CAPULET in his Gown, and LADY CAPULET.
But to himself so secret and so close,
So far from sounding and discovery, Cup. What noise is this !-Give me my long As is the bud bit with an envious worm, sword, ho!
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for
Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
Could we but learn from whence his sorrowsgrow,
We would as willingly give cure, as know.
Enter Romeo, at a distance. Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.
Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,--Hold me not, let
aside; me go!
l'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
To hear true shritt.--Come, madam, let's a way.
(Excunt MONTAGUE and Lady.
Is the day so young? Will they not hear!-what, ho! you men, you Ben. But new struck nine. beasts,
Ah me! sad hours seem long.
them short. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
Ben. In love? By thee, old Capulet and Montague,
Rom. OutHave thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streels;
Ben. Of love? And made Verona's ancient citizens
Rom. Out of her favor, where I am in love. Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
Ben. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, To wield old partizans, in hands as old,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate. Rom. Alas, that love, whose view is muilled still, If ever you disturb our sireets again,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Where shall we dine!-0 me!--What fray was For this time, all the rest depart away:
here? You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. And, Montague, coine you this afternoon,
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love:
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, und Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still waking sleep, that is not what it is !
No, coz, I rather weep.
At thy good heart's oppression. The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared ;
Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.-
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; streets, as we now call Watch!
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' iears: • Angry • A kind of pike.
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
Inherits at my house; hear all, all see, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
And like her most, whose merit most shall be: Farewell, my coz.
[Going. Such, amongst view of many, mine, being one, Ben. Soft, I will go along;
May stand in number, though in reckoning none. An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Come, go with me:--Go, sirrah, trudge about Rom. Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; Through fair Verona; find those persons out, This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Whose names are written there, (Gires a Paper.] Ben. Tell me in sadness who she is you love.
and to them say, Rom. What, shall I groan, and tell thee? My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. Ben. Groan ? why no;
[Exeunt CAPULET and Paris. But sadly tell me, who.
Serv. Find them out, whose names are written Rom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will :- here? It is written--that the shoemaker should Ah, word ill-urged to one that is so ill!
meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his Ben. I aim'd so near, when I suppos'd you lov'd. nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose Rom. A right good marksman"-And she's fair names are here writ, and can never find what I love.
names the writing person hath here writ. I must Ben. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. to the learned :-In good time. Rom. Well, in that hit, you miss: she'll not be hit
Enter Benvolio and Romeo. With Cupid's arrow, she hath Dian's wit;
Ben. Tut, man! one fire burns out another's And, in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,
burning, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. One pain is lessend by another's anguish; She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning: Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
One desperate grief cure with another's lanNor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:
guish: O, she is rich in beauty; only poor,
Take thou some new infection to thy eye, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. And the rank poison of the old will die. Ben. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live Rom. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. chaste?
Ben. For what, I pray thee? Rom. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge Rom.
For your broken shin. waste;
Ben. Why, Romeo, art thou mad? For beauty, starv'd with her severity,
Rom. Not mad, but bound more than a madman Cuts beauty oil from all posterity.
is : She is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food, To merit bliss by making me despair:
Whipp'd and tormented, and-Good-e'en, good She hath forsworn to love; and in that vow,
fellow. Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
Serv. God gi’ good-c'en.-I pray, sir, can you Ben. Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
read ? Rom. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Rom. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery, Ben. By giving liberty unto thine eyes;
Serv. Perhaps you have learn’d it withoui book: Examine other beauties.
But I pray, can you read any thing you see? Rom. 'Tis the way
Rom. Ay, if I know the letters, and the lanTo call hers, exquisite, in question more:
guage. These happy masks, that kiss fair ladies' brows, Serv. Ye say honestly: Rest you merry! Being black, put us in mind they hide the fair; Rom. Stay, fellow; I can read.
[Reads. He, that is strucken blind, cannot forget
Signior Martino, and his wife and daughters; The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:
County Anselme, and his beauteous sisters; The Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
lady widow of Vitruvio; Signior Placentio, and his What doth her beauty serve, but as a note
lovely nieces ; Mercutio, and his brother Valentine; Where I may read, who pass'd that passing fair ? Mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters ; My Farewell; thou canst not teach me to forget. fair niece Rosaline ; Livia; Signior Valentio, and Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. his cousin Tybalt; Lucio, and the lively Helena.
(Exeunt. A fair assembly; (Gires back the Note.) Whither
should they come? SCENE II.-A Street.
Serv. To supper; to our house.
Rom. Whose house?
Serv. My master's.
Rom. Indeed, I should have asked you that be
fore. And pity 'tis, you liv'd at odds so long.
Serv. Now I'll tell you without asking: My But now, my lord, what say you to my suit? Cap. But saying o'er what I have said before:
master is the great rich Capulet; and if you be not
of the house of Montagues, I pray, come and crush My child is yet a stranger in the world,
a cup of wine. Rest you merry:
[Exit. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Let two more summers wither in their príde,
Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov’st;
With all the admired beauties of Verona. Cap. And too soon marr'd are those so early Compare her face with some that I shall show, made.
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye She is the hopeful lady of my earth:
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
fires ! My will to her consent is but a part;
And these, who, often drown'd, could never die An she agree, within her scope of choice
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! Lies my consent and fair according voice.
One fairer than my love! the all-secing sun This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world hegun. Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Such as I love; and you, among the store,
Herself pois'd' with herself in either eye: One more, most welcome, makes my number
But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd morc.
Your lady's love against some other maid At my poor house, look to behold this night
That I will show you, shining at this fcast, Earth-treading stars, that make dark heaven light: And she shall scant2show well, that now shows best. Such comfort, as do lusty young men feel
Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown, When well-apparell'd April on the heel
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own. [Exeunt. Of limping winter treads, even such delight Among fresh female birds shall you this night
• To inherit, in the language of Shakspeare, is to possess.
• We still say, in cant language, crack a bottle. • Account, estimation.
· Searcely, bardly.