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hwpTwo 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-crossd lovers take their life;
..whose misadventured piteous overthrows...
..doth with their death bury their parents strife.
The fearful passage of their death-markd love...
..and the continuance of their parents rage,...
..which, but their childrens end, nought could remove,...
..is now the two hours traffic of our stage.
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 ofstar-crossd lovers take their life.
A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!
Pedlars excrement!
King Urinal! Go rot!
- The quarrel is between our masters. - And us their men!
Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble!
And I am a pretty piece of flesh!
I am...
..a pretty piece of flesh!
- Here comes of the house of Capulet! - Quarrel, I will back thee.
Huh?
- Boo!
I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Go forth! I will back thee!
- Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? - I... I do bite my thumb, sir.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
- Is the law of our side if I say ay? - No!
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir!
- Do you quarrel, sir? - Quarrel, sir? No, sir!
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
- No better? - Uh... uh...
Here comes our kinsman. Say better!
- Yes, sir, better! - You lie!
Draw, if you be men!
Part, fools! You know not what you do.
Put up your Swords!
What, art thou drawn among these... heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio,...
..and look upon thy death.
I do but keep the peace.
Put up thy Sword,...
..or manage it to part these men with me.
Peace?
Peace?
I hate the word...
..as I hate hell,...
..all Montagues,...
..and thee.
Bang.
- Come forth! Come! - Wait!
Come forth!
Agh!
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny...
Do not proceed!
Give me my Longsword, ho!
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Rebellious subjects,...
..enemies to peace!
Throw your mistemperd weapons to the ground!
On pain of torture,...
..from those bloody hands throw your mistemperd weapons to the ground!
Three civil brawls,...
..bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and Montague,...
..have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
If ever you disturb our streets again,...
..your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
O where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Madam, underneath the Grove of Sycamore,...
..so early walking did I see your son.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,...
..with tears augmenting the fresh mornings dew.
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.
Why, then,...
..O brawling love, O loving hate!
O anything ofnothing first create!
Heavy lightness,...
..serious vanity.
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.
Black and portentous must this humour prove...
..unless good counsel may the cause remove.
So please you, step aside.
Ill know his grievance or be much denied.
Come, madam, lets away.
Good morrow, cousin.
Is the day so young?
But new struck, coz.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?
It was.
What sadness lengthens Romeos hours?
Not having that which having makes them short.
- In love? - Out.
- Of love? - Out of her favour where I am in love.
Alas that love, so gentle in his view,...
..should be so tyrannous and rough in proof.
Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,...
..should without eyes see pathways to his will.
Where shall we dine?
..this costly blood.
Never anger made good guard for itself.
The law hath not been dead...
O me! What fray was here?
- Coz, l... - Yet tell me not, for Ive heard it all.
Heres much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why, then, O brawling love, O loving hate!
O anything of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
- Feather of lead, br...
Dost thou not laugh?
No, coz, I rather weep.
Good heart, at what?
- At thy good hearts oppression. - Farewell, my coz.
Soft, I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
But Montague is bound as well as l, in penalty alike.
And tis not hard, I think, for men as old as we to keep the peace.
Of honourable reckoning are you both, and pity tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
But saying oer what I have said before: my child is yet a stranger in the world.
Let two more summers wither in their pride ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Younger than she are happy mothers made.
And too soon marrd a
