Say “better”; here comesone of my master’s kinsmen.
Draw if you be men.—Gregory, rememberthy washing blow.
Yes, better, sir.
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,Or manage it to part these men with me.
Part fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do.
What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the wordAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.Have at thee, coward!
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for asword?
Benvolio enters the scene and the serving-men exchange fighting words.
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not; let me go.
My sword, I say. Old Montague is comeAnd flourishes his blade in spite of me.
The Servingmen begin to fight each other as Tybalt arrives and verbally quarrels with Benvolio.
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Profaners of this neighbor-stainèd steel—Will they not hear?—What ho! You men, you beasts,That quench the fire of your pernicious rageWith purple fountains issuing from your veins:On pain of torture, from those bloody handsThrow your mistempered weapons to the ground,And hear the sentence of your movèd prince.Three civil brawls bred of an airy wordBy thee, old Capulet, and Montague,Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streetsAnd made Verona’s ancient citizensCast by their grave-beseeming ornamentsTo wield old partisans in hands as old,Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate.If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.For this time all the rest depart away.You, Capulet, shall go along with me,And, Montague, come you this afternoonTo know our farther pleasure in this case,To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
Benvolio and Tybalt join the fight as Lord and Lady Capulet arrive. Lord Capulet asks for his sword to join the fight.
Here were the servants of your adversary,And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.I drew to part them. In the instant cameThe fiery Tybalt with his sword prepared,Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,He swung about his head and cut the winds,Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn.While we were interchanging thrusts and blowsCame more and more and fought on part and part,Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Lord and Lady Montague arrive and the heads of the families threaten each other.
Price Escalues arrives and breaks up the brawl. He threatens that anyone that breaks the peace will face death.
All but the Montagues leave, Lord Montague questions Benvolio on the events prior to the conversation. Benvolio recounts the events that lead to the fight honestly.
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