GREGORY
The heads of the maids?
The heads of the maids?
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SAMPSON
Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;
take it in what sense thou wilt.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
They must take it in sense that feel it.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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(Is anyone picking up the heavy sexual undertones in this play so far? Shakespeare was being pretty suggestive here.)---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and
'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou
hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes
two of the house of the Montagues.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
How! turn thy back and run?---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
Fear me not.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
No, marry; I fear thee!---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as
they list.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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ABRAHAM
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
I do bite my thumb, sir.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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ABRAHAM (again)
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say
ay?---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
No.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
bite my thumb, sir.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
Do you quarrel, sir?---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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ABRAHAM
Quarrel sir! no, sir---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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ABRAHAM
No better.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
Well, sir.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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GREGORY
Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
Yes, better, sir.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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ABRAHAM
You lie.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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SAMPSON
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
They fight---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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BENVOLIO
Part, fools!
Put up your swords; you know not what you do.
Beats down their swords
Enter TYBALT---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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TYBALT
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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BENVOLIO
I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
Or manage it to part these men with me.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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TYBALT
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, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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First Citizen
Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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CAPULET
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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LADY CAPULET
A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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CAPULET
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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MONTAGUE
Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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LADY MONTAGUE
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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PRINCE
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
That quench the fire of your pernicious rage
With purple fountains issuing from your veins,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,
To wield old partisans, in hands as old,
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
For this time, all the rest depart away:
You Capulet; shall go along with me:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To know our further pleasure in this case,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLI---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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MONTAGUE
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?
Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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BENVOLIO
Here were the servants of your adversary,
And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:
I drew to part them: in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,
Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,
He swung about his head and cut the winds,
Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more and fought on part and part,
Till the prince came, who parted either part.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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LADY MONTAGUE
O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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BENVOLIO
Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore
That westward rooteth from the city's side,
So early walking did I see your son:
Towards him I made, but he was ware of me
And stole into the covert of the wood:
I, measuring his affections by my own,
That most are busied when they're most alone,
Pursued my humour not pursuing his,
And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.---'-,-{@ Sassy Grrrl @}-'-,---
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