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ROMEO AND JULIET.
SCENE I. A public place.
Enter Sampson and Gregory, armed with swords and bucklers.
GREGORY, o'my word, we'll not carry coals*.
Gre. No, for then we should be colliers.
Sam. I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.
Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.
Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me. Gre. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, isto stand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou runn'st away.
Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
A phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing injuries.
Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall:-therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.
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*. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montaguest.
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?
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?
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.
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 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
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 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,
Will they not hear?-what ho! you men, you beasts,
Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray
in the streets, as we now call Watch!
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets;
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate :
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,