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"Thou art," Sampson began snarling in disgust,"A villainous beast."
Abraham responded with," How dare you sir," lifting his thumb to his mouth.
"Do you bite your thumb at me sir?" Exclaimed Sampson in a state of shock.
"How dare thy think," Abraham shouted," that I would do such a thing to such a fool. I would never stoop so low."
"But I would," Lifting his thumb to his both and flicking it towards Sampson.

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"Thou art a barking dog," Sampson cried. "Nay, are you good you beast! I shan't listen nor await your answer, sir."  At this Abraham stepped back as if ready to lunge any second.
Balthasar sighed, "Neither them are worth anything, don't waste your breath."

"If you keep talking, you will have no such thing as breath, you fool." Gregory responded, "I shall draw if you be worth it. I shall stand to sharpen my blade."

"How dare you?" Abraham retorted stepping back and moving his hand to his belt. "You rogue. Draw, sir. Draw if you be men."

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"Art thou," proclaimed Sampson with anger behind his words, "a vile dog. Are you sir?"
"Me sir, nay!" rebuffed Abraham,
" I be civil , but you ,no blood of a Capulet be civil!"
"I bite my thumb at any Montague for you all be nothing but villains," teased an already scarlet with anger Sampson; the Capulets turned on their heels in disgust.

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"Thou art," Sampson spat as he bunched his boulder-like fists. "a cowardice rogue!"
"Nay!" He retorted, "Thou art a foolish, villainous, scurvy knave" He bit his thumb with such force and vexation it started to bleed. "See thou can't take pain near this!" He spat on his rival's shoes, "thou art a cowardice WUSS!" This turned into a bloodthirsty brawl.

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"Thou art a silly fool,"  snarled Balthasar. To which Sampson replied, "Thou dirty beast."
"Nay, you foul dog,"  Abraham spat as he clenched his boulder like fists at his rival the Montigue house.
" You slimy rat-catcher,"  Gregory sniggered at the thought. To which Abraham bite his thumb at them.
"How dare the,"  Sampson replied. "For you art just a villain."

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"I will frown as I pass by," Gregory spoke, whispering to his fellow Montague, "and let them take it as they list."

"Quarrel sir?"
Abraham spoke, glaring at his rival montagues, "No, sir."

"Ye shall not disrespect me you slimy ratcatcher. I am your superior you will respect me." Sampson Spoke. Glaring into his rival's eyes.

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"Thou art a scurvy knave" remarked Sampson."You spot of filth!" exclaimed Balthazar. These two families were in deep argument meeting each other in the street.

"I stick my thumb out at you!" replied the infuriatingly shocked Abraham."You beastly fools think you own this place." "I call for a draw," called Abraham.
Suddenly a fight was on every Montague and Capulet for themselves.

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Gregory started, "I  will  frown as they past by, and let the foul beasts take it as  they wish," he remarked  as he ferociously threw the apple into a heap of manure.
"Nay, as they plan. I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to the slaves if they bear it," answered Sampson.
"Is it you biting your thumb at us sir?" queried Abraham. "You Capulets are villainous. My friend Balthasar here will be sharpening his knife as you."
"That was me biting my thumb at you. I have no shame..." exclaimed Sampson as he took a step forward

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"Thou art a cheesy ratcatcher," Sampson remarked. To which, Abraham responded by biting his thumb and frowning. "You villainous coward!"

"Thou art," began Sampson as he snarled at his two rivals from the house of Montague, "a cheesy ratcatcher."

Sampson said, "Thou art...

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"You villainous beast!"  shouted Sampson.
"Scurvy knave!" yelled Gregory.
"Ratcatcher!" called Abraham.
"Are you calling me a ratcatcher and a scurvy knave. Draw if you be men."  at this point both men drew there swords. With Abraham just watching knowing Prince Escalus was just around the corner.

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"Thou art a beast, Sampson." Offended at this remark ,Sampson hurls a banana at Balthazar, which explodes all over his robes. Enraged ,Balthazar shouts "You scurvy knave!" while secretly unsheathing his sword "For that ,you shall die." Balthazar swung for Sampson's head, but suddenly Gregory, predicting this to happen, blocked it.

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"Thou art, a lying coward" snarled Sampson, clenching his hand tight around the hilt of his sword.

"Nay," Abraham retorted, "Tis the house of Capulet that is the lying coward as well as a beast of a ratcatcher"  as he said this he secretly reached out and picked a heavy pineapple  from the nearest stall and hurled it at Gregory

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"Thou art a greasy beast," Sampson declared as he passed by to which Abraham replied by biting his thumb giving a dirty look into their eyes."You villainous rogue !"

"I will frown as I past by ,and let  take it as they list."Gregory remarked as he snarled at his rivals from house Montague ."you barking dog ! .

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The Montagues stepped closer. "You dirty... ", began Gregory as his angry face grew larger. "villainous beast!" Abraham was enraged and bit his bony thumb at Gregory.
"You slimy liar!" Sampson remarked with anger, "Know can be as uncivil as you..."  started Abraham. Gregory took a step closer. " smelly ratcatchers!"  "I will draw my deadly blade if you are brave!" shouted Gregory.

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Sampson snarled,"Thou art a villainous rogue,"at his rival from the other house.

"Do you snarl at me you dog?" replied Abraham, collecting his meat from the market stall

" I do," answered his enemy, "I shall bite my thumb at you."

"Is that the law of your side, sir?" questioned Abraham,

"Indeed it is, you beast," he replied, "do you dare fight, you Montague?

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"You are as villainous," exclaimed Sampson,"as a rogue dog."
"And you eat like a beastly fool," replied Abraham.
"You will pay for that," shouted Gregory, hastily reaching for his rapier. Ching, clang, swoosh. Abraham's blood soaked head flew across the dirty street and landed in  a doorway