![]() A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, And soundly too: your houses! Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO ROMEO This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander,-Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! Re-enter BENVOLIO BENVOLIO O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. MERCUTIO Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! ' Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. MERCUTIO No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. Exit Page ROMEO Courage, man the hurt cannot be much. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Is he gone, and hath nothing? BENVOLIO What, art thou hurt? MERCUTIO Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch marry, 'tis enough. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage ! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flees with his followers MERCUTIO I am hurt. They fight ROMEO Draw, Benvolio beat down their weapons. ![]() Drawing ROMEO Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Draws Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? TYBALT What wouldst thou have with me? MERCUTIO Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight. MERCUTIO O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. ROMEO I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise, Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,-which name I tender As dearly as my own,-be satisfied. TYBALT Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me therefore turn and draw. ROMEO Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: villain am I none Therefore farewell I see thou know'st me not. MERCUTIO But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.' TYBALT Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,-thou art a villain. ![]() Enter ROMEO TYBALT Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. MERCUTIO Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. ![]() ' Zounds, consort! BENVOLIO We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart here all eyes gaze on us. MERCUTIO Could you not take some occasion without giving? TYBALT Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,- MERCUTIO Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels ? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick here's that shall make you dance. ![]()
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