The rival Houses of Capulet and Montague were two of the most distinguisned Fami lies in Verona: An" ancient grudge" existed between these Houses, and "civil brawls' were constantly occurring between them, in which the connections and retainers of the opposing heads took part. The Play opens with one of these outbreaks: In the midst of the fray, the Prince of Verona appears, separates the combatants, and declares to Capulet and Montague "If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace." Montague and his kinsman Benvolio discourse on the late fray. Romeo joins them. Enter MONTAGUE, lady MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel now abroach ?— Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, La. Mon. O, where is Romeo!-saw you him to-day? Right glad I am, he was not at this fray. Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, And makes himself an artificial night: Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause? 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, Enter ROMEO, at a distance. Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away. Ben. Good morrow, cousin. Ben. But new struck nine. [Exeunt MONTAGUE, and Lady Is the day so young? Ah me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Ben. It was:-What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Rom. 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 :- Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Ben. No, coz, I rather weep. Rom. Good heart, at what? At thy good heart's oppression. Rom. Why, such is love's transgression.- Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Ben. Soft, I will go along; Ben. Tell me in sadness, who she is you love. Rom. A right good marksman !—And she's fair I love. And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm❜d. That when she dies, with beauty dies her store. She hath forsworn to love; and, in that vow, Do I live dead, that live to tell it now. Ben. Be rul'd by me, forget to think of her. Rom. Ben. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. [Going. [Exeunt The 'County Paris" loves the lady Juliet, anu receives her father's permission to pre fer his suit.-Capulet gives an entertainment, to which he invites young Paris: At this feast the fair Rosaline is also to be a guest, and Romeo is persuaded by his cousin Benvolio, to attend, that he may "Compare her face with some that I shall show, " June 12+1857 SCENE III.—A Room in Capulet's House.fracay Enter Lady CAPULET, and Nurse. 1857 mon day. La. Cap. Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me. Jul. How now, who calls? Nurse. Jul. What is your will? ི་ Enter JULIET La. Cap. This is the matter:-Nurse, give leave awhile, We must talk in secret.-Nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou shalt hear our counsel. Thou know'st, my daughter's of a pretty age. Nurse. I'll lay fourteen of my teeth, And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,— To Lammas-tide? La. Cap. A fortnight, and odd days. Nurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year, Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nurs'd. La. Cap. Marry, that marry is the very theme Jul. It is an honor that I dream not of. La. Cap. Well, think of marriage now. Thus then, in brief, The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. Nurse. A man, young lady! lady, such a man, As all the world-Why, he's a man of wax. La. Cap. Verona's summer hath not such a flower. Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: Enter a Servant. Serv. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse wanted in the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. La. Cap. We follow thee.-Juliet, the county stays. SCENE IV.-A Street. [Exeunt. Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with Five or Six Maskers Torch-bearers, and others. Rom. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Or shall we on without apology? Ben. The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hood-wink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke But let them measure us by what they will, Rom. Give me a torch,-I am not for this ambling; Mer. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Under love's heavy burden do I sink. Mer. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing. Rom. Is love a tender thing? it is too rough, Too rude, too boist❜rous. Mer. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Give me a case to put my visage in: A visor for a visor!-what care I, What curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle-brows, shall blush for me. [Putting on a mask. Ben. Come, knock, and enter; and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. Rom. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase,- But 'tis no wit to go. |