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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 2 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.” Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues.”
Enter AB RAM and BALTHAs A R.
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.
* 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 ?
Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
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 BEN vol.Io, 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. [They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do. [Beats down their Swords.
Enter TY BALT.
Tyb. What, art thou drawn among these heartless o 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.
1 Cit. Clubs,4 bills, and partizans ! strike! beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Enter CAPU LEt, in his Gown ; and Lady CAPULET.
Cap. What noise is this 2–Give me my long sword, ho' 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 Mo NTAGUE and Lady Mon TAGUE.
Mon. Thou villain Capulet-Hold me not, let me
go. La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek afoe.
Enter Prince, with Attendants.
Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
* Clubs was the usual exclamation at an affray in the streets, as we now call watch 5 Angry.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
La. Mon. O, where is Romeo —saw you him today? 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 grove 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, 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 The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son, And private in his chamber pens himself; Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out, And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove, Unless good counsel may the cause remove. Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause: Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Ben. Have you impórtun'd him by any means ? *Ion. Both by myself, and many other friends: