Act 1 Scene 1

Sampson:But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve asgood a man as you.
Gregory:Do you quarrel, sir?
Abram:Quarrel, sir? No, sir.
Benvolio:I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword,Or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt:What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the wordAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.Have at thee, coward!
Lady Montague:Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Montague:Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not; let me go.
Capulet:My sword, I say. Old Montague is comeAnd flourishes his blade in spite of me.
Lady Capulet:A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for asword?
Montague:My lord
Capulet:My lord
Prince:If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Montague:And private in his chamber pens himself,Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
Lady Montague:O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Benvolio:See where he comes. So please you, step aside.I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.
Romeo:Out of her favor where I am in love.
Benvolio:Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her.

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