The Tragedie of Romeo and Juliet
Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
Enter Sampson and Gregory, with Swords and Bucklers, of the House of Capulet.
Sampson. Gregory: A my word wee'l not carry coales
Greg. No, for then we should be Colliars
Samp. I mean, if we be in choller, wee'l draw
Greg. I, While you liue, draw your necke out o'th Collar
Samp. I strike quickly, being mou'd
Greg. But thou art not quickly mou'd to strike
Samp. A dog of the house of Mountague, moues me
Greg. To moue, is to stir: and to be valiant, is to stand: Therefore, if thou art mou'd, thou runst away
Samp. A dogge of that house shall moue me to stand. I will take the wall of any Man or Maid of Mountagues
Greg. That shewes thee a weake slaue, for the weakest goes to the wall
Samp. True, and therefore women being the weaker Vessels, are euer thrust to the wall: therefore I will push Mountagues men from the wall, and thrust his Maides to the wall
Greg. The Quarrell is betweene our Masters, and vs their men
Samp. 'Tis all one, I will shew my selfe a tyrant: when I haue fought with the men, I will bee ciuill with the Maids, and cut off their heads
Greg. The heads of the Maids? Sam. I, the heads of the Maids, or their Maiden-heads, Take it in what sence thou wilt
Greg. They must take it sence, that feele it
Samp. Me they shall feele while I am able to stand: And 'tis knowne I am a pretty peece of flesh
Greg. 'Tis well thou art not Fish: If thou had'st, thou had'st beene poore Iohn. Draw thy Toole, here comes of the House of the Mountagues. Enter two other Seruingmen.
Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I wil back thee Gre. How? Turne thy backe, and run
Sam. Feare me not
Gre. No marry: I feare thee
Sam. Let vs take the Law of our sides: let them begin
Gr. I wil frown as I passe by, & let the[m] take it as they list Sam. Nay, as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they beare it
Abra. Do you bite your Thumbe at vs sir? Samp. I do bite my Thumbe, sir
Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs, sir? Sam. Is the Law of our side, if I say I? Gre. No
Sam. No sir, I do not bite my Thumbe at you sir: but I bite my Thumbe sir
Greg. Do you quarrell sir? Abra. Quarrell sir? no sir
Sam. If you do sir, I am for you, I serue as good a man as you Abra. No better? Samp. Well sir. Enter Benuolio.
Gr. Say better: here comes one of my masters kinsmen
Samp. Yes, better
Abra. You Lye
Samp. Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
They Fight.
Ben. Part Fooles, put vp your Swords, you know not what you do. Enter Tibalt.
Tyb. What art thou drawne, among these heartlesse Hindes? Turne thee Benuolio, looke vpon thy death
