6482 Tibalt. What art thou drawne among these hartlesse hindes?

6583turne thee Benuolio, looke vpon thy death.

6684Benuo. I do but keepe the peace, put vp thy sword,

6785or manage it to part these men with me.

6886Tib. What drawne and talke of peace? I hate the word,

6987as I hate hell, all Mountagues and thee:

7088Haue at thee coward.

7290Offi. Clubs, Bils and Partisons, strike, beate them downe,

7391Downe with the Capulets, downe with the Mountagues.

7593Capu. What noyse is this? giue me my long sword hoe.

7694Wife. A crowch, a crowch, why call you for a sword?

7795Cap. My sword I say, old Mountague is come,

7896And florishes his blade in spight of me.

8098Mount. Thou villaine Capulet, hold me not, let me go.

8199M. Wife. 2. Thou shalt not stir one foote to seeke a foe.

83101Prince. Rebellious subiects enemies to peace,

84102Prophaners of this neighbour-stayned steele,

85103Will they not heare? what ho, you men, you beasts:

86104That quench the fire of your pernicious rage,

87105With purple fountaines issuing from your veines:

88106On paine of torture from those bloudie hands,

89107Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground,

90108And heare the sentence of your moued Prince.

91109Three ciuill brawles bred of an ayrie word,

92110By thee old Capulet and Mountague,

93111Haue thrice disturbd the quiet of our streets,

94112And made Neronas auncient Citizens,

95113Cast by their graue beseeming ornaments,

96114To wield old partizans, in hands as old,

97115Cancred with peace, to part your cancred hate,

98116If euer you disturbe our streets againe,