Gr. Say better: here comes one of my masters kinsmen
Samp. Yes, better
Abra. You Lye
Samp. Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow.
They Fight.
Ben. Part Fooles, put vp your Swords, you know not
what you do.
Enter Tibalt.
Tyb. What art thou drawne, among these heartlesse
Hindes? Turne thee Benuolio, looke vpon thy death
Ben. I do but keepe the peace, put vp thy Sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me
Tyb. What draw, and talke of peace? I hate the word
As I hate hell, all Mountagues, and thee:
Haue at thee Coward.
Fight.