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Servants to Capulet.
Friends of Romeo.
borb Houses; Maskers, Guards, Watch and other Ala
tendants, The Scene, in the beginning of the fifth act, is in Mantua;
during all the rest of the play, at Verona.
ROMEO and JULIET.
ACT 1. SCENE 1.
A Street. Enter SAMPSON, and GREGORY, two
Servants of CAPULET.
Greg. No, for then we should be colliers.'
Greg. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.
Sam. I strike quickly, being mov'd.
Greg. To move, isto stir; and to be valiant, is--to stand to it: therefore, if thou art mov'd, thou sunn'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.
Greg. That shews thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.
Sam. True; and therefore wonen, 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. Greg, The quarrel is between
our masters, and us their men.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will shew myself a tyrant : when I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.
Greg. The heads of the maids ?
take it in what sense thou wilt.
Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand: and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.
31 Greg. 'Tis well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of the Montagues.
Enter ABRAM, and BALTHASAR.
Sam. Fear me not.
Sam. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
Greg. 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 théin, if they bear it. Abr. Do
you bite your thumb at us, 'sir ?
30 Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir ; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Greg. 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. Greg. Say--better; here comes one of myy master's kinsmen.
60 Sam. Yes, better, sir. Abr. You lye. Sam. Draw, if
you be men..-Gregory, tenémber thy swashing blow.
[They fighti Ben. Part, fools ; put up your swords ; You know not what you do.
Enter TYBALT. Tyb. What, are thou drawn among these heartless hinds? B
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.
70 Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace; I hate the
word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee; Have at thee, coward.
Enter three or four Citizens, with Clubs. Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans / strike! beat them
down! Down with the Capulets ! down with the Montagues ! Enter Old 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 Aourishes his blade in spight of me.
8 Enter old 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.