Zachary Yorke (Act 1 Scene 1)

(Sampson and Gregory Enter- Armed)


Sampson: Gregory, how can we be insulted like that? We just can't be.

Gregory: Of course we can, because we just were.

Sampson: No, we should take our revenge on the Montagues.

Gregory: Yeah, you say that now, but you will be taking revenge onto yourself.

Sampson: I can do it now to those guys right there.

Gregory: But you are not going.

Sampson: Here comes the servants from the Montague's house.

Gregory: To move is to run, and to be valiant is to stay and fight. So if you are going, go the other way, but run.

Sampson: A pathetic servant of that house will only get me to fight back. I will fight back against any man or woman of that awful house.

Gregory: It only shows that you are weak, for only weak men go to fight first.

Sampson: Very true, because the women are weaker beings than man is, and so they shall fight against these dogs first. So, I will push these men back, and have the women of his house be pushed out to defend their house.

Gregory: This fight is between our masters, and us as his slaves, not the women.

Sampson: Though they are all one people, and so it will not matter. When I am finished with these, and all the rest of the men, then I will go and fight with the girls. I will slice their heads off one by one.

Gregory: The heads of the women?

Sampson: Yes! Duh, weren't you listening, idiot! Of course the heads of the women! Think of it the way you want, but I do it for our master.

Gregory: If they feel it, they will show it.

Sampson: They shall feel me while I still live; and everyone knows that I will live a long time.

Gregory: It's a good thing you're not a fish, because if you were, you would be a nasty one. Pay attention, an draw your sword. Here comes the Montague's slaves.

(Slaves enter)


Sampson: I have my sword out, now stay back, or I will make you run back to your master.

Gregory: How? Please, Sampson, just let this one go, and let's go home.

Sampson: Aren't you scared of me? If you are, why would they not be scared of me too?

Gregory: Of course I'm scared of you! Okay I see your point.

Sampson: Good-- then let's take them. We don't need police to handle these fools.

Gregory: Okay, so how do we get in their heads? I could make a face at them?

Sampson: No, I will flip them off, to make them look terrible. That will get their attention just enough to start this thing.

Abram: Are you-- are you flipping us off?

Sampson: Wow, this world is full of observant people who are extremely wise at the best of times.

Abram: Are you-- are you flipping us off, sir?

Sampson: (Aside) I can flip them off when ever and where ever I want, right?

Gregory: (Aside) No

Sampson: No, I'm not flipping you off, sir; but I do hold my finger up.

Gregory: Are you asking for a fight?

Abram: A fight? No, of course not sir.

Sampson: If you want to, I'll let you. My master is just as good as, and even better than your master will ever be.

Abram: That's not true, he not better than him. Maybe as good, but not better.

Sampson: Alright, you speak the truth.

(Enter Benvolio, nephew of Montague and first cousin of Romeo)

Gregory: (Aside) Say "he is better", here comes our backup.

Sampson: Well, he is better, sir.

Abram: You lie.

Sampson: Draw your sword then and show me, unless you're a chicken. Gregory, remember your swashing strike.

(Fighting)


Benvolio: Stop idiots. Put those swords away, now. You have no idea of what you are doing.

{Enter Tybalt}


Tybalt: Oh, but what makes you come and watch these servants of yours? Come at me, Benvolio! come to your death.

Benvolio: I am only a peacemaker, and do not wish to fight. Put away your sword, or help me stop these fools from disturbing the peace that I work to keep.

Tybalt: You have your sword out, and then you talk of keeping the peace? I hate that word- 'peace', just as much as I hate hell, or the Montague family, but mostly you. Come and fight coward!

{They Fight}


{Enter many others}


Officer: Weapons in the street! Stop this now! Stop them!

Citizens: They make too much trouble! Stop them please, all of them!

{Enter old Capulet with Lady Capulet}


Capulet: Ha, what is this beauteous sound in my ears? Oh-- give me my long sword... hurry!

Lady Capulet: Why are you wanting your sword?

Capulet: Oh, come on! My wife should know that a war with the Montague's is way better than sitting in my house all day-- it 's a battle!

{Enter old Montague and Lady Montague}


Montague: Oh the Capulets-- don't try to stop me now, because not even you could.

Lady Montague: Don't go out there and fight again with them. You can make almost a new enemy every day without trying!

{Enter Prince, with Subjects}


Prince: Those of you who don't listen to your prince, and who continuously break the peace,
you neighbors who have a grudge you can't let go-  Why won't you listen? You are not men, but only beasts!

You idiot families have destroyed the peace, that I am working so hard to keep together, thrice in the streets here. Now, throw your weapons down, and if you pick them up again against each other, the penalty is death. Now get out of the streets, but Capulets will come with me. The Montague family will come this afternoon. Now go!

{Exit all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio}


Montague: Who started it? Was it you Benvolio?! Were you here when it started?

Benvolio:  Well, Capulet's servants were beginning a fight with your own servants, and so I stepped in to try and stop the problem. But when I did, that stupid, hotheaded nephew of the Lady Capulet came in to start the fight again, with his sword already drawn. He started fighting with me, and I tried my best to stay alive. As we fought, more came and started to continue the fight, until the Prince came, and separated us both.

Lady Montague: Where is that Romeo? Did you see him today? I'm so glad he wasn't in this fight; he would have gotten himself, or someone else hurt.

Benvolio: I think I saw him go this morning into the woods, but he himself won't look so good. I tried to follow him, but he avoided me, and so I stayed away.

Montague: He is spending so much time there, and he is so depressed all the time. He stays in his room, and shuts any open way into the outside world, as he hides in the dark.

Benvolio: Do you know why?

Montague: I don't know, and I can't ask him. I have no idea.

Benvolio: Have you demanded any reason for his behavior?

Montague: Many have tried, but he will not tell us. Romeo just stays to himself. I want to find out what is wrong with him so badly, but he stays only to himself, and I can't help him that way.

Benvolio: Oh, here he comes! Trust me, I've got this.

Montague:  I trust you, come Lady, let's go inside.

{Exit Lady and Montague, Enter Romeo, lost in thought}


Benvolio: Good morning cousin, how are you?

Romeo: Is it only morning?

Benvolio: It's only 9am.

Romeo: The hours seem longer when you are sad. Did my father go this way, speeding along? I thought I saw him just now.

Benvolio: That was him. Why are you so sad?

Romeo: I don't have what makes me happy...

Benvolio: Your-- love?

Romeo: Out--

Benvolio: Of love?

Romeo: Out of happiness? I'm in love.

Benvolio: Oh the God of Love, gentle to all in his view.

Romeo: Ah, Cupid, who still can't see me in sorrow. I'm so confused, and I'm in love with someone deeply-- why won't you laugh at me?

Benvolio: Laugh? I would rather cry than laugh!

Romeo: Wow, why do you feel bad for me?

Benvolio: I feel bad for you because of your... problem.

Romeo: Oh, Benvolio, don't grieve for me, or my problems. I don't want to carry it around with me. Your only adding to my grief with your love and concern.What else is there in life but sorrow and grief? I must go.

Benvolio: I'm coming with you. If you abandon me though, you will have to live with your guilt- without a friend.

Romeo: Yes, but I've already abandoned myself. I don't feel at all like Romeo Montague.

Benvolio: Ah, come, tell me Romeo, who do you have a crush on?

Romeo: Oh, do I have to tell you?

Benvolio: Of course you do! Come on, just tell me.

Romeo: Well, I do love... a woman.

Benvolio: I would sure hope so, since you told me you were in love.

Romeo: Exactly! and she is just beautiful... the one I'm in love with, I mean.

Benvolio: Well you must have hit  perfect mark, coz. You talk highly of her.

Romeo: Well, in my hit, you would miss. You should not hit the lady, and she cannot be hit with Cupid's arrow because she is perfect at avoiding them. She is perfect and beautiful, and when she dies, everyone will still remember her beauty.

Benvolio: Then, has she made a promise to remain chaste?

Romeo: To be continued... later!