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SAMPSON:
Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
GREGORY:
No, for then we should be colliers.
SAMPSON:
I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.
GREGORY:
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.
SAMPSON:
I strike quickly, being moved.
GREGORY:
But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
SAMPSON:
A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
GREGORY:
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:
therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
SAMPSON:
A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will
take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
GREGORY:
That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes
to the wall.
SAMPSON:
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.
GREGORY:
The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.
SAMPSON:
'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I
have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the
maids, and cut off their heads.
GREGORY:
The heads of the maids?
SAMPSON:
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
take it in what sense thou wilt.
GREGORY:
They must take it in sense that feel it.
SAMPSON:
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
GREGORY:
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
two of the house of the Montagues.
SAMPSON:
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.
GREGORY:
How! turn thy back and run?
SAMPSON:
Fear me not.
GREGORY:
No, marry; I fear thee!
SAMPSON:
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
GREGORY:
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
they list.
SAMPSON:
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
ABRAHAM:
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON:
I do bite my thumb, sir.
ABRAHAM:
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON: