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Gre. [Aside to Sampson.] No.

Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you,

sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?

Abr. Quarrel, sir! no, sir.

Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as

good a man as you.

Abr. No better.

Sam. Well, sir.

Gre. [Aside to Sampson.] Say, 'better'; here

comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, sir.

Abr. You lie.

Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, re-

member thy swashing blow.

Ben. Part, fools!

Put up your swords; you know not what you do.

[Beats down their swords.]

Tyb. What! art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?

Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Ben. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,

Or manage it to part these men with me.

Tyb. What! drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word,

As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

Have at thee, coward!

 65 kinsmen; cf. n.

72 drawn: with drawn sword

heartless: cowardly

hinds: menials 