ACT I.
1. Scene I. A public place.
(continued)
Gregory.
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst,
thou hadst been poor-John.--Draw thy tool;
Here comes two of the house of Montagues.
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.
[Enter Abraham and Balthasar.]
Abraham.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson.
I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abraham.
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?
Abraham.
Quarrel, sir! no, sir.
Sampson.
But if you do, sir, am for you: I serve as good a man as
you.
Abraham.
No better.
Sampson.
Well, sir.
Gregory.
Say better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sampson.
Yes, better, sir.
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