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LONGMAS AND CMDCCCV.
ROMEO AND JULIET.
Enter Sampson and GREGORY, armed with swords and
Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.
Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.
Gre. To move, is-to stir; and to be valiant, is—to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'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.
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
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 Montagues.
Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.
Gre. How? turn thy back, and run?
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. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Grè. Do you quarrel, 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.
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 TYBALT. 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. i 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.
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,-
PULET, TYBALT, citizens, and servants.
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary,