Romeo and Juliet
Act 1, Scene 1
Verona. A public place.
- Enter Sampson and Gregory, with swords and bucklers, of the
- house of Capulet.
- Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals.
- No, for then we should be colliers.
- I mean, and we be in choler, we’ll draw.
- Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar.
- I strike quickly, being mov’d.
- But thou art not quickly mov’d to strike.
- A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
Gregory10 - 11
- To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand;
- therefore, if thou art mov’d, thou run’st away.
Sampson12 - 13
- A dog of that house shall move me to stand! I will take the
- wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.
Gregory14 - 15
- That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the
Sampson16 - 19
- ’Tis 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
- The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
Sampson21 - 23
- ’Tis all one; I will show myself a tyrant: when I have
- fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids; I will
- cut off their heads.
- The heads of the maids?
Sampson25 - 26
- Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads, take it in
- what sense thou wilt.
- They must take it in sense that feel it.
Sampson28 - 29
- Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and ’tis known
- I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Gregory30 - 32
- ’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been
- poor-John. Draw thy tool, here comes two of the house of
- Enter two other servingmen: Abram and Balthasar.
- 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.
Gregory39 - 40
- I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they
Sampson41 - 42
- Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is
- 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?
Sampson46 - 47
- Aside to Gregory
- Is the law of our side if I say ay?
Gregory48 - 49
- Aside to Sampson
Sampson50 - 51
- No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my
- thumb, sir.
- Do you quarrel, sir?
- Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson54 - 55
- But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as
- No better?
- Well, sir.
- Enter Benvolio.
- Say “better,” here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.
- Yes, better, sir.
- You lie.
- Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
- They fight.
Benvolio64 - 65
- Part, fools!
- Put up your swords, you know not what you do.
- Beats down their swords.
- Enter Tybalt.
Tybalt68 - 69
- What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
- Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Benvolio70 - 71
- I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,
- Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt72 - 74
- 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 three or four Citizens with clubs or partisans.
Citizens of Verona77 - 78
- Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!
- Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
- Enter old Capulet in his gown, and his wife, Lady Capulet.
- What noise is this? Give me my long sword ho!
- A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Capulet82 - 83
- My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
- And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
- Enter old Montague and his wife, Lady Montague.
- Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not, let me go.
- Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
- Enter Prince Escalus with his Train.
Prince88 - 110
- Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
- Profaners of this neighbor-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 mistempered 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,
- Cank’red with peace, to part your cank’red 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 farther 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.
Montague112 - 113
- Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
- Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Benvolio114 - 123
- 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 prepar’d,
- Which, as he breath’d 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 Montague124 - 125
- O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
- Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Benvolio126 - 138
- Madam, an hour before the worshipp’d sun
- Peer’d forth the golden window of the east,
- A troubled mind drive me to walk abroad,
- Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
- That westward rooteth from this city 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,
- Which then most sought where most might not be found,
- Being one too many by my weary self,
- Pursued my humor not pursuing his,
- And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.
Montague139 - 150
- 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 farthest 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 portendous must this humor prove,
- Unless 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 importun’d him by any means?
Montague154 - 163
- Both by myself and many other friends,
- But he, his own affections’ counsellor,
- Is to himself (I will not say how true)
- But to himself so secret and so close,
- So far from sounding and discovery,
- As is the bud bit with an envious worm,
- Ere he can spread his sweet 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.
Benvolio165 - 166
- See where he comes. So please you step aside,
- I’ll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Montague167 - 168
- I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
- To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away.
- Exeunt Montague and Lady.
- Good morrow, cousin.
- Is the day so young?
- But new struck nine.
Romeo173 - 174
- Ay me, sad hours seem long.
- Was 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?
- Of love?
- Out of her favor where I am in love.
Benvolio181 - 182
- Alas that love, so gentle in his view,
- Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Romeo183 - 195
- 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:
- Here’s much to do with hate, but more with love.
- Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
- O any thing, of nothing first create!
- O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
- Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
- Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
- Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
- This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
- Dost thou not laugh?
- No, coz, I rather weep.
- Good heart, at what?
- At thy good heart’s oppression.
Romeo199 - 209
- Why, such is love’s transgression.
- Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
- Which thou wilt propagate to have it press’d
- With more of thine. This love that thou hast shown
- Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
- Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
- Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes,
- Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with loving tears.
- What is it else? A madness most discreet,
- A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
- Farewell, my coz.
Benvolio210 - 211
- Soft, I will go along;
- And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Romeo212 - 213
- Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here:
- This is not Romeo, he’s some other where.
- Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?
- What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Benvolio216 - 217
- Groan? Why, no;
- But sadly tell me, who?
Romeo218 - 220
- Bid a sick man in sadness make his will—
- A word ill urg’d to one that is so ill!
- In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
- I aim’d so near when I suppos’d you lov’d.
- A right good mark-man! And she’s fair I love.
- A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Romeo224 - 232
- Well, in that hit you miss: she’ll not be hit
- With Cupid’s arrow, she hath Dian’s wit;
- And in strong proof of chastity well arm’d,
- From Love’s weak childish bow she lives uncharm’d.
- She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
- Nor bide th’ encounter of assailing eyes,
- Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold.
- O, she is rich in beauty, only poor
- That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
- Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Romeo234 - 240
- She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste;
- For beauty starv’d with her severity
- Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
- She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
- To merit bliss by making me despair.
- She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
- Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
- Be rul’d by me, forget to think of her.
- O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Benvolio243 - 244
- By giving liberty unto thine eyes:
- Examine other beauties.
Romeo245 - 254
- ’Tis the way
- To call hers (exquisite) in question more.
- These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows,
- Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair.
- He that is strucken blind cannot forget
- The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
- Show me a mistress that is passing fair,
- What doth her beauty serve but as a note
- Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair?
- Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget.
- I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.