Abr. You lie.
Sam. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. (They fight.)
Benvolio. 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.
Ben. I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.
Have at thee, coward! (They fight.)
Enter three or four citizens, and officers, with clubs or partisans
Officer. Clubs, bills, and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Enter Capulet in his gown and Lady Capulet