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Servants to Capulet.
PETER, Another Servant lo Capı-
ABRAM, Servant in Montagne.
LADY MONTAGUE, Wife to Mon-
Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.
fifth Act, at Mantua.
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 thepicteath, bucy their parent'strif.
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
A public place.
Gre. To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'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.
Sam. 'T is true; and therefore women, 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.
Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.
Sam. 'T is all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men,
I will be civil with the maids; I will cut off their heads.
Gre. The heads of the maids?
Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.
Sam. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand; and, 't is known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Gre. 'T is well, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of the Montagues.
Enter ABRAM and BALTIASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. Gre. How! turn thy back, and run ? Sam. Fear me not. Gre. No marry: I fear thee! 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
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?
Sam. No, Sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, Sir; but I bite my thumb, Sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, Sir.
Enter BENVOLIO, at a Distance.
Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
[They fight. V.