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Prince

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.

Prince

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbor-stainèd 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 movèd prince.

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 the elderly Lord Montague in his nightgown and Lady Montague trying to restrain her husband]

Montague

Thou villain Capulet. [To his wife] Hold me not, let me go.

Lady Montague

Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

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.

Sampson

Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy
washing blow.
[The servants draw their swords and fight. Benvolio draws his sword and approaches the fighting men.]

Benvolio

Part, fools, put up your swords; you know not what     
you do.
[Tybalt draws his sword and addresses Benvolio]

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!                                                    
[Before Macbeth's castle, flutes and torches. Enter Duncan, Malcolm, Donalbain, Banquo, Lennox, Macduff, Ross, Angus, and Attendants.]

Duncan

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.

Banquo

[Enter Lady Macbeth]

Duncan

Lady Macbeth

Duncan

Lady Macbeth

Duncan

[Duncan gives Lady Macbeth a kiss. All exit]

Duncan

See, see, our honored hostess. The love 
that follows us sometime is our trouble,
Which still we thank as love. Herin, I teach you
How you shall bid God 'ild us for your pains,
And thank us for your trouble.

Macbeth

                                         If we should fail?

Lady Macbeth

We fail?
But screw your courage to the sticking place,
And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep — 
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promised; yet do I fear thy nature –
It is too full o'th milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great,
Art not without ambition, but without
The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly,
That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis,
That which cries 'Thus thou must do' if thou have it,
And that which rather thou dost fear to do
Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither

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