ABRAHAM: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. GREGORY: Do you quarrel, sir? ABRAHAM: Quarrel, sir! no, sir. SAMPSON:. But if you do, sir, am for you: I serve as good a man as you. ABRAHAM: No better. SAMPSON: Well, sir. GREGORY: Say better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. SAMPSON: Yes, better, sir. ABRAHAM: You lie. SAMPSON: Draw, if you be men [They fight.] [Enter Benvolio.] BENVOLIO:…
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