Gre. No.
Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir.
Gre. Do you quarrel, sir?
Abr. Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Sam. But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, sir.
Enter Benvolio.
Gre. Say “better”; here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.
Sam. Yes, better, sir.