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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. 1
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. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues.3
Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR.
Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
Sam. Fear me not.
Gre. No, marry: I fear thee!
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 you bite 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.
3 The disregard of concord is in character.
Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay?
Abr. Quarrel, sir? no, sir.
Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good
a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, sir.
Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance.
Gre. Say-better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Abr. You lie.
Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
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.
Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the Fray; then enter Citizens, with Clubs.
1 Cit. Clubs, 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,
La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a 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
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince, with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
4 Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets;
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach ?-
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo!-saw you him to
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.
Ben. Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they are most alone,Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's 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
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?