Gregory
’Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes of the house of Montagues.
Enter Abram and Balthasar.
Sampson
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
Gregory
How? Turn thy back and run?
Sampson
Fear me not.
Gregory
No, marry; I fear thee!
Sampson
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
Gregory
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list.
Sampson
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it.
Abram
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson
I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abram
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson
Is the law of our side if I say ay?
Gregory
No.
Sampson
No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gregory
Do you quarrel, sir?
Abram
Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sampson
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
Abram
No better.
Sampson
Well, sir.
Enter Benvolio.
Gregory
Say better; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.
Sampson
Yes, better, sir.
Abram
You lie.
Sampson
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
[They fight.]
Benvolio