An Officer.

Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both

houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen and Attendants.


SCENE. During the greater part of the Play in Verona; once, in

the Fifth Act, at Mantua.


THE PROLOGUE
 Enter Chorus.
CHORUS.

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;

Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows

Doth 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.


 [Exit.]


ACT I
SCENE I. A public place.
 Enter Sampson and

Gregory armed with swords and bucklers.
SAMPSON.

Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals.


GREGORY.

No, for then we should be colliers.


SAMPSON.

I mean, if 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.