GREGORYDraw thy tool! here comestwo of the house of the Montagues.SAMPSONMy naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.GREGORYHow! turn thy back and run?SAMPSONFear me not.GREGORYNo, marry; I fear thee!SAMPSONLet us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
ABRAHAMDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSONI do bite my thumb, sir.ABRAHAMDo you bite your thumb at us, sir?SAMPSON[Aside to GREG] Is the law of our side if I say ay?GREGORYNo.SAMPSONNo, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.GREGORYDo you quarrel, sir?ABRAHAMQuarrel sir! no, sir.SAMPSONIf you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
ABRAHAMNo better.SAMPSONWell, sir.GREGORYSay 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.SAMPSONYes, better, sir.ABRAHAMYou lie.SAMPSONDraw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
BENVOLIOPart, fools!Put up your swords; you know not what you do.Beats down their swordsTYBALTWhat, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.BENVOLIOI do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,Or manage it to part these men with me.TYBALTWhat, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:Have at thee, coward!
PRINCERebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,On pain of torture, from those bloody handsThrow your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,And hear the sentence of your moved prince.If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!