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Lloyd
Zane, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Zane
No, for then we should be colliers.
Lloyd
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
Zane
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
Lloyd
I strike quickly, being moved.
Zane
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
Lloyd
A dog of the house of Walker moves me.
Zane
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
Lloyd
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Walker's.
Zane
That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
Lloyd
True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Walker's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
Zane
The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
Lloyd
'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids, and cut off their heads.
Zane
The heads of the maids?
Lloyd
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
Zane
They must take it in sense that feel it.
Lloyd
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Zane
'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 Walker's.
Lloyd
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
Zane
How! turn thy back and run?
Lloyd
Fear me not.
Zane
No, marry; I fear thee!
Lloyd
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
Zane
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
Lloyd
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
(Enter Garmadon and Aspen)
Garmadon
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Lloyd
I do bite my thumb, sir.
Garmadon
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Lloyd
[Aside to Zane] Is the law of our side, if I say ay?
Zane
No.
Lloyd
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
Zane
Do you quarrel, sir?
Garmadon
Quarrel sir? no, sir.
Lloyd
If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
Garmadon
No better.
Lloyd
Well, sir.
Zane
Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Lloyd
Yes, better, sir.
Garmadon
You lie.
Lloyd
Draw, if you be men. Zane, remember thy swashing blow.
They fight
(Enter Wu)
Wu
Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
Beats down their swords
(Enter Kai)
Kai
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Wu, look upon thy death.
Wu
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.
Kai
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Walker's, and thee: Have at thee, coward!
They fight
Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs
First Citizen
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down! Down with the Iggnious's ! down with the Walker's!
(Enter Iggnious in his gown, and Lady Iggnious)
Iggnious
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
Lady Iggnious
A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
Iggnious
My sword, I say! Old Walker is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
(Enter Walker and Lady Walker)
Walker
Thou villain Iggnious,-Hold me not, let me go.
Lady Walker
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
(Enter Prince Lou, with Attendants)
Prince Lou
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained 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 mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Iggnious, and Walker, Have thrice disturb'd 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, 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: You Iggnious; shall go along with me: And, Walker, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
(Exeunt all but Walker, Lady Walker, and Wu)
Walker
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Wu
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 Kai, 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 hiss'd 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 Walker
O, where is Jay? saw you him to-day? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Wu
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd 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're most alone, Pursued my humour not pursuing his, And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Walker
Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning 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 far daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
Wu
My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Walker
I neither know it nor can learn of him.
Wu
Have you importuned him by any means?
Walker
Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' 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 Jay)
Wu
See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Walker
I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.
(Exeunt Walker and Lady Walker)
Wu
Good-morrow, cousin.
Jay
Is the day so young?
Wu
But new struck nine.
Jay
Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?
Wu
It was. What sadness lengthens Jay's hours?
Jay
Not having that, which, having, makes them short.
Wu
In love?
Jay
Out-
Wu
Of love?
Jay
Out of her favour, where I am in love.
Wu
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
Jay
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. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen 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?
Wu
No, coz, I rather weep.
Jay
Good heart, at what?
Wu
At thy good heart's oppression.
Jay
Why, such is love's transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz.
Wu
Soft! I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.
Jay
Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here; This is not Jay, he's some other where.
Wu
Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.
Jay
What, shall I groan and tell thee?
Wu
Groan! why, no. But sadly tell me who.
Jay
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Wu
I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.
Jay
A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.
Wu
A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
Jay
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 arm'd, From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. She will not stay the siege of loving terms, Nor bide the 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.
Wu
Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
Jay
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.
Wu
Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.
Jay
O, teach me how I should forget to think.
Wu
By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.
Jay
'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 pass'd that passing fair? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.
Wu
I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
(Exeunt)