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quarrelld with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath waken'd thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun.

Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter?' with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling !

Ben. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mer. The fee-simple? O simple!

Enter TYBALT, and Others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Mer. By my heel, I care not.

Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

Tyb. You will find me apt enough to that, sir, if you will give me occasion.

Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving?

Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,

Mer. 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. 'Zounds, consort ! Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men: Either withdraw into some private place,

Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
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 your follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call him-man.

Tyb. Romeo, the hate 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 farewell; 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 mine own,--be satisfied.

Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission ! 44 A la stoccata carries it away.

[Draws. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

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 45 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-MercutioThe prince expressly hath forbid this bandying In Verona streets:-hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio.

[Exeunt Tybalt and his partizans. Mer. I am hurt; A plagué 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.

[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,

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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:- 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.
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 doom thee death,
If thou art taken:-hence!-be gone!-away!

Rom. O! I am fortune's fool !
Ben.

Why dost thou stay?

[Exit Romeo. 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

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