Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!
Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!
What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!
A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?
My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,
Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
Enter PRINCE, with Attendants
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--
Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,
Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,
By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,
And made Verona's ancient citizens
Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:
For this time, all the rest depart away:
And, Montague, come you this afternoon,
To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.
Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO
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