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    Romeo and Juliet
    Romeo and Juliet
    Romeo and Juliet
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    Romeo and Juliet

    By William Shakespeare

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    Romeo and Juliet is a tragic play written early in the career of William Shakespeare about two teenage "star-cross'd lovers" whose untimely deaths ultimately unite their feuding households. It was among Shakespeare's most popular plays during his lifetime and, along with Hamlet, is one of his most frequently performed plays. Today, the title characters are regarded as archetypal "young lovers".

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTyché
    Release dateMay 20, 2016
    ISBN9788892505469
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is the world's greatest ever playwright. Born in 1564, he split his time between Stratford-upon-Avon and London, where he worked as a playwright, poet and actor. In 1582 he married Anne Hathaway. Shakespeare died in 1616 at the age of fifty-two, leaving three children—Susanna, Hamnet and Judith. The rest is silence.

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      Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare

      Shakespeare

      Act I

      Prologue

      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 foes

      A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

      Whole misadventured piteous overthrows

      Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

      The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

      And the continuance of their parents' rage,

      Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,

      Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

      The which if you with patient ears attend,

      What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

      SCENE I. Verona. A public place.

      Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

      No, for then we should be colliers.

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

      Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.

      SAMPSON

      I strike quickly, being moved.

      GREGORY

      But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

      SAMPSON

      A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

      GREGORY

      To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:

      therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

      SAMPSON

      A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will

      take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

      GREGORY

      That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes

      to the wall.

      SAMPSON

      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.

      GREGORY

      The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

      SAMPSON

      'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I

      have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the

      maids, and cut off their heads.

      GREGORY

      The heads of the maids?

      SAMPSON

      Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;

      take it in what sense thou wilt.

      GREGORY

      They must take it in sense that feel it.

      SAMPSON

      Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and

      'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

      GREGORY

      '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.

      SAMPSON

      My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.

      GREGORY

      How! turn thy back and run?

      SAMPSON

      Fear me not.

      GREGORY

      No, marry; I fear thee!

      SAMPSON

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

      GREGORY

      I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as

      they list.

      SAMPSON

      Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;

      which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

      Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR

      ABRAHAM

      Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

      SAMPSON

      I do bite my thumb, sir.

      ABRAHAM

      Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

      SAMPSON

      [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say

      ay?

      GREGORY

      No.

      SAMPSON

      No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I

      bite my thumb, sir.

      GREGORY

      Do you quarrel, sir?

      ABRAHAM

      Quarrel sir! no, sir.

      SAMPSON

      If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.

      ABRAHAM

      No better.

      SAMPSON

      Well, sir.

      GREGORY

      Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

      SAMPSON

      Yes, better, sir.

      ABRAHAM

      You lie.

      SAMPSON

      Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

      They fight

      Enter BENVOLIO

      BENVOLIO

      Part, fools!

      Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

      Beats down their swords

      Enter TYBALT

      TYBALT

      What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

      Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

      BENVOLIO

      I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,

      Or manage it to part these men with me.

      TYBALT

      What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,

      As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:

      Have at thee, coward!

      They fight

      Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs

      First Citizen

      Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!

      Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!

      Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET

      CAPULET

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

      LADY CAPULET

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

      CAPULET

      My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,

      And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

      Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE

      MONTAGUE

      Thou villain Capulet,—Hold me not, let me go.

      LADY MONTAGUE

      Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

      Enter PRINCE, with Attendants

      PRINCE

      Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

      Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—

      Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,

      That quench the fire of your pernicious rage

      With purple fountains issuing from your veins,

      On pain of torture, from those bloody hands

      Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,

      And hear the sentence of your moved prince.

      Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,

      By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,

      Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,

      And made Verona's ancient citizens

      Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,

      To wield old partisans, in hands as old,

      Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:

      If ever you disturb our streets again,

      Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

      For this time, all the rest depart away:

      You Capulet; shall go along with me:

      And, Montague, come you this afternoon,

      To know our further pleasure in this case,

      To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.

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

      Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO

      MONTAGUE

      Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

      Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

      BENVOLIO

      Here were the servants of your adversary,

      And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:

      I drew to part them: in the instant came

      The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,

      Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,

      He swung about his head and cut the winds,

      Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:

      While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,

      Came more and more and fought on part and part,

      Till the prince came, who parted either part.

      LADY MONTAGUE

      O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?

      Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

      BENVOLIO

      Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun

      Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,

      A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;

      Where, underneath the grove of sycamore

      That westward rooteth from the city's side,

      So early walking did I see your son:

      Towards him I made, but he was ware of me

      And stole into the covert of the wood:

      I, measuring his affections by my own,

      That most are busied when they're most alone,

      Pursued my humour not pursuing his,

      And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.

      MONTAGUE

      Many a morning hath he there been seen,

      With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.

      Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;

      But all so soon as the all-cheering sun

      Should in the furthest east begin to draw

      The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,

      Away from the light steals home my heavy son,

      And private in his chamber pens himself,

      Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out

      And makes himself an artificial night:

      Black and portentous must this humour prove,

      Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

      BENVOLIO

      My noble uncle, do you

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