SAMPSON I will bite my thumb at them which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. And I am a pretty piece of flesh, I am a pretty piece of Flesh! Here comes of the house of Capulet! GREGORY Quarrel, I will back thee. SAMPSON Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. GREGORY Do you quarrel, sir? ABRAHAM Quarrel sir! no, sir.

SAMPSON No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir. SAMPSON A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!īENVOLIO The quarrel is between our masters.

The fearful passage of their death marked love, And the continuance of their parents rage, Which but their children's end not could remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage. ANCHOR WOMAN Two households both alike in dignity in fair Verona, Where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean, From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star crossed lovers take their life, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows doth with their death, Bury their parents strife.