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 20
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 and cut off their heads.
Gregory. Draw thy tool; [here comes two] of the
house of the Montagues.
Sampson. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I 30
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.