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.
He bites his thumb.
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,aside to Gregory Is the law of our side if I
say “Ay”?
GREGORY,aside to Sampson 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,aside to Sampson 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 Part, fools!Drawing his sword.
Put up your swords. You know not what you do.