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Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man.
Tyb. Romeo, the hate I bear thee, can afford
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
Rom. I. do protest, I never injur'd thee;
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
Tyb. What wouldst 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.
88 Tyb. I am for you.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio ;
The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying
[Exit TYBALT. Mer. I am hurt;
91 A plague o' both the houses !—I am sped :Is he gone, and hath nothing?
Ben. What, art thou hurt ?
[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,
shall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world :-A plague o'both your houses !--What! 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?
106 Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Exeunt MERCUTIO, and BENVOLIO.
With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
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 de
pend; 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. thon gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads,
130 Staying for thine to keep him company; Or thou, or:1, or both, shali follow him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him
here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. 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 doon, thee death,
140 Ben. Why dost thou stay?
Exit Romeo, Enter Citizens, &c. Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he ?
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Cit. Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Prince, MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives,
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal 160
Your high displeasure: all this-uttered
170 Hold, friends! friends, part! and, swifter than his
La. Cap.. He is a kinsman to the Montague,