Sam. My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I wil back thee
Gre. How? Turne thy backe, and run
Sam. Feare me not
Gre. No marry: I feare thee
Sam. Let vs take the Law of our sides: let them begin
Gr. I wil frown as I passe by, & let the[m] take it as they list
Sam. Nay, as they dare. I wil bite my Thumb at them,
which is a disgrace to them, if they beare it
Abra. Do you bite your Thumbe at vs sir?
Samp. I do bite my Thumbe, sir
Abra. Do you bite your Thumb at vs, sir?
Sam. Is the Law of our side, if I say I?
Gre. No
Sam. No sir, I do not bite my Thumbe at you sir: but
I bite my Thumbe sir
Greg. Do you quarrell sir?
Abra. Quarrell sir? no sir
Sam. If you do sir, I am for you, I serue as good a man as you
Abra. No better?
Samp. Well sir.
Enter Benuolio.