streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! [_Exeunt Tybalt with his nets; but I bite my thumb, sir. ABRAM. You lie. SAMPSON. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [_They fight._] Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. FIRST CITIZEN. Which way ran he? BENVOLIO. There lies that Tybalt. FIRST CITIZEN. Which way ran he? BENVOLIO. There lies that Tybalt. FIRST CITIZEN. Up, sir, go with me to thy lady. NURSE. Ay, ay, the cords.