GREGORY.
Say better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
SAMPSON.
Yes, better, sir.
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.
