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Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids ; I will cut off their heads.
Gre. The heads of the maids ?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.
Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Gre. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John.2 Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues.)
Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR.
Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run ?
Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let them begin.
Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.
Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them ; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Abr. Do
your thumb at us, sir? Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
2 Poor John is hake, dried and salted.
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?
Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance. Gre. Say—better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
[They fight. Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords ; you know not what you do.
[Beats down their Swords.
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless
hinds ? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. 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 several Partizans of both Houses, who join the
Fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs. i Cit. Clubs,4 bills, and partizans! strike! beat
them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues !
Enter CAPULET, in his Gown; and Lady CAPULET. Cap. What noise is this ?--Give me my long sword,
ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for
à sword? Cap. My sword, I say !-Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE and Lady MONTAGUE. Mon. Thou villain Capulet,-Hold me not, let me
go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this veighbour-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..
4 Clubs ! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the
streets, as we now call watch!
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET,
Lady CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
about his head, and cut the winds,
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo !-saw you
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.
Ben. 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
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ? Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Ben. Have you importun’d him by any means ? Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends: