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,
I will 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 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
disgrace to them if they bear it.
[Enter Abraham and Balthasar.]
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.
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?
Abraham.
Quarrel, sir! no, sir.
Sampson.
But if you do, sir, am for you: I serve as good a man as
you.
Abraham.
No better.
Sampson.
Well, sir.
Gregory.
Say better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.
Sampson.