ABRAM Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON I do bite my thumb, 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 word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!
BENVOLIO But new struck nine. ROMEO Ay me! Sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.