Romeo and Juliet

First line Gregory, on my word, we’ll not carry coals.
No, for then we should be colliers. I mean, an we be in choler, we’ll draw.
Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar. I strike quickly, being moved.
But thou art not quickly moved to strike. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
…therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn’st away. A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s.
That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall. ‘Tis 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.
The quarrel is between our masters and us their men. ‘Tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids, I will cut off their heads.
The heads of the maids? Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.
They must take it in sense that feel it. Me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and ’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
Draw thy tool, here comes of the house of the Montagues. My naked weapon is out. Quarrel, I will back thee.
How, turn thy back and run? Fear me not.
No, marry, I fear thee Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them if they bear it.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? I do bite my thumb, sir.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? (x2) Is the law of our side, if I say ay?
No. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
Quarrel sir? No sir. But if you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.
No better. Well, sir.
Say ‘better:’ here comes one of my master’s kinsmen. Yes, better, sir.
You lie. Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
Where’s Potpan, that he helps not? When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands and they unwashed, too, ’tis a foul thing.
Good thou, save me a piece, as thou lovest me. Ay, boy.
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers.
Marry sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers… Therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, and never trouble Peter for the matter.
Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
Sirrah, what made your master in this place? He came with flowers to strew his lady’s grave; and bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; And by and by my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch.

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