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Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Enter Romeo. Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir! here comes
my man. Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your
livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be
follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man.
Tyb. Romeo, the late I bear thee, can afford No better term than this-Thou art a villain.
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting :-Villain am I none; Therefore farewel; I see, thou know'st me not.
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw.
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd 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 minę own,-be satisfied.
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! A la stoccata carries it away.
[Draws. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will
Tyb. What would'st thou have with me?
Mer. 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, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of
his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be
about your ears ere it be out.
Tyb. I am for you.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame,
Mer. I am hurt;
A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped:—
Where is my page?—go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. 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. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world:-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 arithmetick!-Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
They have made worm's meat of me:
[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort
Shalt with him hence.
This shall determine that.
[They fight; Tybalt falls.
Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou stay?
Enter Citizens, &c.
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Up, sir, go with me;
Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their
Wives, and Others.
Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
tongue, His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled: But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertain’d revenge, And to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt
slain; And, as he fell, did Romeo turn ard fly: This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague, Affection makes him false, he speaks not true: