ACT I.
1. Scene I. A public place.
(continued)
Abraham.
You lie.
Sampson.
Draw, if you be men.--Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
[They fight.]
[Enter Benvolio.]
Benvolio.
Part, fools! put up your swords; you know not what you do.
[Beats down their swords.]
[Enter Tybalt.]
Tybalt.
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.
Benvolio.
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt.
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
Have at thee, coward!
[They fight.]
[Enter several of both Houses, who join the fray; then enter
Citizens with clubs.]
1 Citizen.
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! Down with the Montagues!
[Enter Capulet in his gown, and Lady Capulet.]
Capulet.
What noise is this?--Give me my long sword, ho!
Lady Capulet.
A crutch, a crutch!--Why call you for a sword?
Capulet.
My sword, I say!--Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
[Enter Montague and his Lady Montague.]
Montague.
Thou villain Capulet!-- Hold me not, let me go.
Lady Montague.
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
[Enter Prince, with Attendants.]
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