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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.
[drawing 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? Ben.
What, art thou hurt: Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis
enough.— Where is my page?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. ? a
[E.rit 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, 't will serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave
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. llelp me into some house, Benvolio,
They have made worm's meat of me:
[Exeunt Mercutio and Bencolio.
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
bim 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
Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou stay?
Enter Citizens, &c. i Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd 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 spill’d Of my dear kinsman!—Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin!
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
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
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn ard fly:
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,