I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I should have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they bear it. ABRAM. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? SAMPSON. I mean, if we be in choler, we’ll draw. GREGORY. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ the collar. SAMPSON. I strike quickly, being moved. GREGORY. But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou hurt? MERCUTIO.