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Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
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?
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
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.
[They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not [Beats down their swords.
what you do.
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, ho!
La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch!-Why call you for a
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 neighbour-stained steel,—
Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:
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
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,—
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.
Mon. Many a morning hath he there been seen,
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow,
Enter ROMEO, at a distance.
Ben. See, where he comes: So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.
Mon. I would, thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift.-Come, madam, let's away.
[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady.
Ben. Good morrow, cousin.
Ben. But new struck nine.
Rom. Ah me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father, that went hence so fast?
Ben. It was -What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?
Rom. Not having that, which, having, makes them
Ben. In love?
Ben. Of love?
Rom. Out of her favour, where I am in love.