Gregory. Do you quarrel, sir?
Abram. Quarrel, sir! no, sir. 50
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. 60
Enter Benvolio