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Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let

them gaze:

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

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Tyb. I am for you.


Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mer. Come, sir, your passado. [They fight.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio;

Beat down their weapons:-Gentlemen, for shame,
Forbear this outrage;-Tybalt-Mercutio--
The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying
In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio.
[Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans.

Mer. I am hurt;

A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped:—
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

What, art thou hurt?
Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis

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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,
Or I shall faint.-A plague o' both your houses!

They have made worm's meat of me:
I have it, and soundly too:-Your houses!

[Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.
Rom. 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.

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.

Re-enter Tybalt.

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

him here,

Shalt with him hence.


This shall determine that.

[They fight; Tybalt falls.
Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain :-
Stand not amaz’d:— the prince will doom thee

If thou art taken :-hence !-be gone!-away!

Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!

Why dost thou stay?

[Exit Romeo.

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Enter Citizens, &c.
i Cit. Which way ran he, that killid Mercutio ?
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
1 Cit.

Up, sir, go with me;
I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.

Enter Prince, attended; Montague, Capulet, their

Wives, and Others.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin !-O my brother's

child !
Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spillid
Of my dear kinsman!—Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.-
O cousin, cousin!

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Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand

did slay;

Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal
Your high displeasure:-All this—uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly

Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his

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:

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