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ROMEO AND JULIET. 11 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. Sampson. Draw, if you be men. — Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. ■ \_They fight. Enter Benvolio. BenvoUo. Part, fools ! Put up your swords ; you know not what you do. [Beats down their swords. Enter Tybalt. Tybalt. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds ? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Benvolio. I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.