The moſt Lamentable Tragedie
Samp. I the heads of the maides, or their maiden heads, take it in what ſence thou wilt.
Grego. They muſt take it in ſenſe, that feele it.
Samp. Me they ſhall feele, while I am able to ſtand, and tis knowne I am a pretty peece of fleſh.
Grego. Tis well thou art not fiſh, if thou hadſt, thou hadſt beene poore Iohn: draw thy toole here comes of the houſe of Montagues.
Enter two other ſeruingmen.
Samp. My naked weapon is out, quarrell, I will back thee
Greg. How, turne thy back and runne?
Samp. Feare me not.
Gre. No marrie, I feare thee.
Samp. Let vs take the Law of our ſides, let them begin.
Gre. I will frowne as I paſſe by, & let them take it aʒ they liſt
Samp. Nay as they dare, I will bite my thumb at them, which is a diſgrace to them if they beare it.
Abra. Doe you bite your thumb at vs ſir?
Samp. I doe bite my thumd ſir.
Abra. Doe you bite your thumb at vs ſir?
Samp. Is the Law of our ſide if I ſay I?
Gre. No.
Samp. No ſir, I doe not bite my thumb at you ſir, but I bite my thumb ſir.
Gre. Doe you quarrell ſir?
Abra. Quarrell ſir, no ſir.
Samp. But if you doe ſir, I am for you, I ſerue as good a man as you.
Ahra. No better.
Samp. Well ſir.
Enter Benuolio.
Gre. Say better, here comes one of my Maiſters kinſmen.
Samp. Yes better ſir.
Abra. You lie.
Samp. Draw if you be men, Gregorie, remember thy ſwaſhing blowe.
They fight.
Benu. Part fooles, put vp your ſwords, you know not what you doe
