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Kent. I am come

To bid my king and master aye* good night;
Is he not here?

Alb. Great thing of us forgot!-
Speak, Edmund, where's the king? and where's

See'st thou this object, Kent?

[The Bodies of GONERIL and REGAN
are brought in.

Kent. Alack, why thus?

Edm. Yet Edmund was belov'd:
The one the other poison'd for my sake,
And after slew herself.

Alb. Even so.-Cover their faces.

Edm. I pant for life:-Some good I mean to

Despite of mine own nature. Quickly send,-
Be brief in it,-to the castle; for my writ
Is on the life of Lear, and on Cordelia:-
Nay, send in time.

Alb. Run, run, O, run

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Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark,

and deadly.

Your eldest daughters have fore-doom'd them-
And desperately are dead.
Lear. Ay, so I think.

Alb. He knows not what he says; and vain

Edg. To who, my lord?-Who has the of- That we present us to him.

fice? send

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Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.
Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, trai-

tors all!

I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha!
What is't thou say'st?-Her voice was ever
Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in wo-
I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee.
Of. "Tis true, my lords, he did.
Lear. Did I not, fellow?
I have seen the day, with my good biting faul-
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.-Who are
Mine eyes are none o'the best:-I'll tell you

* For ever.


+ Destroyed herself.

The end of the world, or the horrible circumstances preceding it?

I. c. Die Albany speaks to Lear.

Edg. Very bootless.*

Enter an OFFICER.

Off. Edmund is dead, my lord.
Alb. That's but a trifle here.-

[it is

You lords, and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decayt may come,
Shall be applied: For us, we will resign,
During the life of this old majesty,
To him our absolute power:-You, to your
rights; [To EDGAR and KENT.
With boot,t and such additions as your honours
Have more than merited.-All friends shall


The cup of their deservings.-O, see, see!
The wages of their virtue, and all foes

no life:

Lear. Aud my poor fool is hang'd! No, no,
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come
Never, never, never, never, never!-
Do you see this? Look on her,-look,-her
Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, Sir.-

no more,

Look there, look there!

[He dics.
Edg. He faints !-My lord, my lord,-
Kent. Break, heart; I pr'ythee, break!
Edg. Look up, my lord.

Kent. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass!¶
he hates him,

That would upon the rack of this tough world
Stretch him out longer.

Edg. O, he is gone, indeed.

He but usurp'd his life.

Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so

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

Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
Sam. Fear me not.

Gre. No, marry: I fear thee !

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

Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.

Sum. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. I do bite my thumb, Sir.

Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, Sir?
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?
Gre. No.

Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you,
Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir?
Abr. Quarrel, Sir? no, Sir.

Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you

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
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.-
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet and Montague,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets;
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partizans, 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:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgement-

Sum. If you do, Sir, I am for you; I serve Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.

as good a man as you.

Abr. No better.

Sam. Well, Sir.

Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance.

[Exeunt PRINCE, and Attendants; CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, TYBALT, CITIZENS, and Servants.

Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?

Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?

master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, Sir.

Abr. You lie.

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Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace?
hate the word,

As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward.


[They fight.
Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join
the Fray; then enter CITIZENS, with Clubs.
1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike!
beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Mon-

Enter CAPULET, in his Gown; and LADY

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

La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a sword?

Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is And flourishes his blade in spite of me. [come, Enter MONTAGUE, and LADY Montague. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-Hold me not,

let me go.
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek
a foe.

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—

Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the streets, as we now call Watch!


Ben. Here were the servants of your adver


And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
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
Came more and more, and fought on part and
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
Lu. Mon. O, where is Romeo?-saw you him


Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd


Peer'dt 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 are most

Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Mon. Many morning hath he there been


With tears augmenting the fresh morning's
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun [sighs:
Should in the furthest 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 portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the

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per.] and to them say,

My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. [Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS. Serv. Find them out, whose names are written here? It is written-that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons, whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned: -In good time.


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Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov'st;
Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
Rom. When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to
And these,-who, often drown'd, could never
One fairer than my love! th' all-seeing sun
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
Ne'er saw her match, since first the world be-

Ben. T you saw her fair, none else beHerself pois'dt with herself in either eye: ing by, But in those crystal scales, let there be weigh'd

Your lady's love against some other maid That I will show you, shining at this feast, And she shall scantt show well, that now shows best.

Rom. I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.


SCENE III-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE.

Lu. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.

Nurse. Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,[bird!

bade her come.-What, lamb! what, ladyGod forbid!-where's this girl?-what, Juliet!


Jul. How now, who calls?
Nurse. Your mother.
Jul. Madam, I am here,
What is your will?

La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give feave awhile, [again; We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our


Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age, Nurse. 'Faith, can tell her age unto an


Lu. Cap. She's not fourteen.
Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,
And yet, to my teens be it spoken, I have but

She is not fourteen: How long is it now
To Lammas-tide?

We still say in cant language-to crack a bottle. + Weighed. + Scarce, hardly. To my sorrow

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