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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?
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.2 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
thumb at us, sir?
2 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 ?
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.
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,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 ?-Give me my long sword,
ho! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch! —Why call you for
à 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, Profaners of this neighbour-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 veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper’ds weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the
streets, as we now call watch!
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
[Exeunt Prince, and Attendants; CAPULET,
Lady CAPULET, TYBALT, Citizens, and
Servants. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?
Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours, close fighting ere I did approach : I drew to part them; in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd; Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who, nothing hurt withal, biss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on part and
part, Till the prince came, who parted either part. VOL. X.
La. Mon. 0, where is Romeo !--saw you him to
day? 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 ?! Non. I neither know it, nor can learn of him. Ben. Have you impórtun’d him by any means ? Mon. Both by myself, and many other friends: