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SAMPSON
But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.
ABRAM
No better.
SAMPSON
Well, sir.
Enter Benvolio.
GREGORY
Say ’better’, here comes one of my master’s [55] kinsmen.
SAMPSON
Yes, better, sir.
ABRAM
You lie.
SAMPSON
Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [60]
They fight.
BENVOLIO
Part, fools, put up your swords, you know not what you do.
Enter Tybalt.
T Y BALT
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, [65]
Or manage it to part these men with me.
T Y BALT
What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
