Samp. 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. Samp. 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? Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Samp. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. Gre. Do you quarrel, sir? Samp. 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. Samp. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lie. Samp. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember 1 the swashing 1 blow. [they fight. 1 Noisy. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords: you know [beats down their swords. not what you do. Enter TYBALT. Ty. 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. Ty. What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward. [they fight. Enter several Partisans of both houses, who join the fray; then enter CITIZENS, with clubs. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partisans !1 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 L. Cap. A crutch, a crutch !—Why call you for a sword? Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is come, A bill is a battle-axe, and a partisan a kind of pike. And florishes his blade in spite of me. Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGue. Mon. Thou villain, Capulet,-hold me not; let me go. L. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe. Enter PRINCE, with Attendants. Prince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbor-stained steel,— Will they not hear?-what, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate. Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away. Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary, L. 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 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, 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 farthest east begin to draw Black and portentous must this humor prove, Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause?. As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the same. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure, as know. |