_Tyb._ What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?[39] Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.[39] 65 _Ben._ I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. _Tyb._ What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,[40] As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward![41] [_They fight._ 70 _Enter several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter_ Citizens _and_ Peace-officers, _with clubs_. _First Off._ Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down![42] Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues![43] _Enter old_ CAPULET _in his gown, and_ LADY CAPULET. _Cap._ What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! _La. Cap._ A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?[44] _Cap._ My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,[45] 75 And flourishes his blade in spite of me.[46] _Enter old_ MONTAGUE _and_ LADY MONTAGUE. _Mon._ Thou villain Capulet!--Hold me not, let me go.[47] _La. Mon._ Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.[48] _Enter_ PRINCE ESCALUS, _with his train_. _Prin._ Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--[49] 80 Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands[50] Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,[51] 85 And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,[52] By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens[53] 90 Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,[54] To wield old partisans, in hands as old,[55] Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:[55][56] If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. 95 For this time, all the rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me; And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case,[57] To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. 100 Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.[58] [_Exeunt all but Montague, Lady Montague, and Benvolio._ _Mon._ Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?[59] Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?