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Samp. 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. Samp. Nay, as they dare. I will bite
thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
thumb at us, sir ?
thumb at us, sir ? Samp. Is the law on our side, if I say Ay? Gre. No.
Samp. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir ?
Samp. 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.
Samp. Yes, better, sir.
Samp. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember the swashing 1 blow.
Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords : you know not what you do.
[beats down their swords.
Enter TYBALT. Ty. 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. Ty. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the
word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee : Have at thee, coward.
Enter several Partisans of both houses, who join the
fray; then enter CITIZENS, with clubs. i Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans !1 strike! beat
them down ! Down with the Capulets ! down with the Mon
Enter CAPULET, in his gown ; and LADY CAPULET. Cap. What noise is this ? –Give me my long
sword, ho! L. Cap. A crutch, a crutch !—Why call you for a
sword ? Cap. My sword, I say !-Old Montague is come,
· A bill is a battle-axe, and a partisan a kind of pike.
And florishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.
Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,---hold me not; let
L. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants.
Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbor-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 On pain of torture, from those bloody hands, Throw your mistemper'd 1 weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, 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.
Capulet, Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants.
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
L. 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
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,
Mon, Many a morning hath he there been seen,
his windows, locks fair daylight out,
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
Mon. 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 same. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure, as know.