A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I willtake the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.
To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
Draw thy tool! here comes two of the house of the Montagues.
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Part, fools! Put up your swords.
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word. Have at thee, coward!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, you beasts that quench the fire of your pernicious rage with purple fountains issuing from your veins. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets, and made Verona’s ancient citizens to wield old partisans, in hands as old. If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away.