Act 1, Scene 1

[Enter Sampson and Gregory, two high-ranking servants of the Capulet household, carrying swords and shields. Gregory is making fun of Sampson, who sees himself as a fearsome fighter]

Sampson

Gregory, on 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 of 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 civil 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, two servants from the Montague household. Sampson bites his thumb at them.]

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.
[Enter Tybalt, a young Capulet nobleman; Benvolio, a young Montague nobleman, enters separately]

Sampson

Yes, better, sir.

Abraham

You lie.

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!                                                    
[They fight. More noblemen and servants from both houses arrive and join in the fighting. Then a number of other citizens armed with clubs and spears appear on the scene. Finally a police officer shows up.]

Officer

Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike; beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!   
[Enter the elderly Lord Capulet in his nightgown 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 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.
[Enter the Prince with his attendants]

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.
Three civil brawls bred of an airy word,
By thee old Capulet and Montague,
Have thrice disturbed 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,                       
Cankered with peace to part your cankered 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.
[Exit 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, hissed 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 today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Benvolio

Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun
Peered 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 shunned who gladly fled from me.

Montague

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 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 fair daylight out
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portentous must this humor prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Benvolio

My noble uncle, do you know the cause?

Montague

I neither know it, nor can learn of him.                          

Benvolio

Have you importuned him by any means?

Montague

Both by myself and many other friends.
But he his own affection's 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]

Benvolio

See where he comes. So please you, step aside.
I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

Montague

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
[Exit Montague and Lady Montague]

Benvolio

Good morrow, cousin.

Romeo                        

                                          Is the day so young?

Benvolio

But new struck nine.

Romeo

                                     Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?

Benvolio

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Romeo

Not having that, which having, makes them short.        

Benvolio

In love?

Romeo

Out.

Benvolio

Of love?

Romeo

Out of her favor where I am in love.

Benvolio

Alas that Love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Romeo

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine?
[Seeing signs of the brawl] 
                                              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 anything of nothing first created,
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?

Benvolio

                                     No, coz, I rather weep.

Romeo

Good heart, at what?

Benvolio

                                     At thy good heart's oppression.

Romeo

Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate to have it pressed
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 purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.

Benvolio

                              Soft! I will go along;
And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Romeo

Tut, I have lost myself, I am not here;
this is not Romeo, he's some other where.

Benvolio

Tell me, in sadnesswho is that you love.

Romeo

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Benvolio

                                                      Groan! Why, no.
But sadly, tell me who.

Romeo

A sick man, in sadness, makes his will —
A word ill-urged to one that is so ill.
In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Benvolio

I aimed so near when I supposed you loved.

Romeo

A right good marksman; and she's fair I love.

Benvolio

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

Romeo

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 armed;
From Love's weak childish bow she lives uncharmed.
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.

Benvolio

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

Romeo

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
For beauty starved 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.                            

Benvolio

Be ruled by me; forget to think of her.

Romeo

O, teach me how I should forget to think.

Benvolio

By giving liberty unto thine eyes,
Examine other beauties.

Romeo

                                         'Tis the way
To call hers, exquisite, in question more.
These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows,
Being black, put 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 passed that passing fair?           
Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget.

Benvolio

I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
[Exit]