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Tibalt. What art thou drawne among thee hartlee hinds: turne thee Benuolio, looke vpon thy death.

Ben. I doe but keepe the peace, put vp thy word, or mannage it to part thee men with me.

Tib. What drawne and talke of peace? I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Mountagues and thee: Haue at thee coward.

Offi. Clubs, Billes and Partyons, trike, beate them downe, Downe with the Capulets, downe with the Mountagues.

Capu. What noye is this? giue me my long word hoe,

Wife. A crowch, a crowch, why call you for a word?

Cap. My word I ay, old Mountague is come, And florihes his blade in pight of me.

Moun. Thou villaine Capulet, hold me not, let me goe.

M.Wife. 2. Thou halt not tir one foote to eeke a foe.

Prince. Rebellious ubiects enemies to peace, Prophaners of this neighbour-tained teele, Will they not heare? what ho, you men, you beats: That quench the fire of your pernicious rage, With purple fountaines iuing from your veines: On paine of torture, from thoe bloudy hands, Throw your mitempered weapons to the ground, And heare the entence of your moued Prince, Three ciuill brawles bred of an ayrie word, By thee old Capulet and Mountague, Haue thrice diturbde the quiet of our treets, And made Veronas auncient Citizens, Call by their graue beeeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Cancred with peace, to party our cancred hate; If euer you diturbe our treets againe, Your liues hall pay the forfeit of the peace, Rh