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Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Do, with their death, bury their parents' strife.
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
ESCALUS, Prince of Verona.
servants to Capulet.
Citizens of Verona ; several Men and Women, rela
tions to both houses ; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.
SCENE, during the greater part of the Play, in
fifth Act, at Mantua.
Enter Sampson and GREGORY, armed with Swords
Gre. To move, is -- to stir ; and to be valiant, is-to stand to it: therefore, if thou art moy'd,
thou runn'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.
Gre. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
! A phrase formerly in use, to signify the bearing injuries.
Sam. 'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant.
Gre. Draw thy sword; here comes two of the house of Montagues.
Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR.
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 bite your thumb at us, sir?
your thumb at us, sir? Sam. Is the law on our side, if I say-ay? Gre. No,
Sam. No sir ; 1 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.
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.
Enter several Partizans of both Houses, who join the
Fray; then enter Citizens with Clubs.
Enter CAPULET, in his Gown; and Lady CAPULET.
Give me my long
for a sword ? Cap. My sword, I say!-Old Montague is come, And Aourishes his blade in spite of me.
* Clubs! was the usual exclamation at an affray in the streets, as we now call Watch !