Part 4 (1/2)

_Enter two other serving-men. (Abraham and Balthasar.)_

_Sam._ My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back thee.

_Gre._ How! turn thy back and run?

_Sam._ Fear me not.

_Gre._ No, marry; I fear thee!

_Sam._ Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.

_Gre._ I will frown as I pa.s.s by, and let them take it as they list.

_Sam._ Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is disgrace to them if they bare it.

_Abraham._ Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

_Sam._ I do bite my thumb, sir.

_Abr._ Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

_Sam._ (_Aside to Gre._) Is the law of our side, if I say ay?

_Gre._ 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._ But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.

_Abr._ No better.

_Sam._ Well, sir.

_Enter Benvolio._

_Gre._ Say ”better”; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

_Sam._ Yes, better, sir.

_Abr._ You lie.

_Sam._ Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swas.h.i.+ng blow.

(_They fight._)

_Benvolio._ Part, fools!

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

(_Beats down their swords._)