R&J scene

No, for then we should be colliers.

I mean, an we be in choler, we’ll draw.

Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of collar.

I strike quickly, being moved.

But thou art not quickly moved to strike.

A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand.Therefore if thou art moved thou runn’st away.

A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will takethe wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.

That shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall.

Tis true, and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague’s men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.

‘Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids. Iwill cut off their heads.

The heads of the maids?

Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads.Take it in what sense thou wilt.

They must take it in sense that feel it.

Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Tis well thou art not fish. If thou hadst, thou hadstbeen poor-john. Draw thy tool! Here comes of the house of Montagues.

My naked weapon is out. Quarrel! I will back thee.

How? Turn thy back and run?

Fear me not.

No, marry. I fear thee.

Let us take the law of our sides. Let them begin.

I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it asthey list.

Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, whichis a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

I do bite my thumb, sir.

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Is the law of our side if I say “ay”?

No

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

Do you quarrel, sir?

GREGORY

Do you want to fight us, sir?

ABRAHAM

Quarrel, sir? No, sir.

But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a manas you

No better.

Well, sir

Here comes one of mymaster’s kinsmen.

Yes, better, sir.

You lie.

Draw, if you be men.—Gregory, remember thy washingblow.