He swung about its head and cut the winds,ġ00 Which, nothing hurt at all, hissed it in scorn. Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared, Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets,Ĭast off their gravely-styled ornaments ĩ5 And yours, close fighting ere° I did approach. On pain of torture, from those bloody handsħ5 Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground,Īnd hear the sentence of your movèd prince. With purple fountains issuing from your veins. That quench the fire of your pernicious rage Will they not hear? What, ho! You men, you beasts, Thou shalt not stir one foot to meet a foe.Įnter PRINCE ESKALES with his entourage PRINCEħ0 Profaners with your neighbor-stainèd steel! Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not! Let me go. What noise is this? Give me my longsword, ho°! LADY CAPULETĪ crutch you need! Why call you for a sword? CAPULETĮnter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE MONTAGUE Part, fools! Put up your swords you know not what you do. Say ours is better here comes one of our master’s kinsmen.
No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. Is the law on our side, if I say aye? GREGORY
ABRAHAMĭo you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON I will bite my thumb at them, which isģ5 disgrace to them if they bear it. I will frown as I pass by and let them take it as they will. Let us have the law on our side let them begin.
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