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Gregory:
’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.
Enter Abram and Balthasar.
Sampson:
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
Gregory:
How? Turn thy back and run?
Sampson:
Fear me not.
Gregory:
No, marry; I fear thee!
Sampson:
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
Gregory:
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
Sampson:
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it.
Abram:
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson:
I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abram:
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson:
Is the law of our side if I say ay?
Gregory:
No.
Sampson:
No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gregory:
Do you quarrel, sir?
Abram:
Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson:
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
Abram:
No better.
Sampson:
Well, sir.
Enter Benvolio.
Gregory:
Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.
Sampson:
Yes, better, sir.
Abram:
You lie.
Sampson:
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
(They fight.)
Benvolio:
Part, fools! put up your swords, you know not what you do.
(Beats down their swords.)
Enter Tybalt.
Tybalt:
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Benvolio:
I do but keep the peace, put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt:
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward.
(They fight.)
Enter three or four Citizens with clubs.
First Citizen:
Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.
Capulet:
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
Lady Capulet:
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a sword?
Capulet:
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter Montague and his Lady Montague.
Montague:
Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, let me go.