Sampon: I strike quickly being moved. Gregory: But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Sampson: A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
Abram: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? Sampson: Is the law of our side if I say "ay"? Gregory: No. Sampson: No, sir. I do bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
Tybalt: What? Art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death. Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword or manage it to part these men with me.
Lady Capulet: A crutch, a crutch. Why call you for a sword? Capulet: My sword, I say! ... Montague: Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not. Let me go. Lady Montague: Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Prince: By thee, old Capulet, and Montague Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets And made Verona’s ancient citizens If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away.