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._ 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.  
_Enter_ ABRAM _and_ BALTHASAR  
_Abram._ Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?  
_Sampson._ I do bite my thumb, sir.  
_Abram._ Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?  
_Sampson._ [_Aside to Gregory_] Is the law of our
side, if I say ay?  
_Gregory._ No.  
_Sampson._ No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you,
sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.  
_Gregory._ Do you quarrel, sir?  
_Abram._ Quarrel, sir! no, sir.  
_Sampson._ If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as
good a man as you.  
_Abram._ No better.  
_Sampson._ Well, sir.  
_Gregory._ [_Aside to Sampson_] Say 'better'; here
comes one of my master's kinsmen.  
_Sampson._ Yes, better, sir.  
_Abram._ You lie.  

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