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SCENE I。 A public place。
Enter Mercutio； Benvolio； and Men。
Ben。 I pray thee； good Mercutio； let's retire。 The day is hot； the
Capulets abroad。 And if we meet； we shall not scape a brawl； For now；
these hot days； is the mad blood stirring。 Mer。 Thou art like one of these
fellows that； when he enters the confines of a tavern； claps me his sword
upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee！' and by the
operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer； when indeed there is
no need。 Ben。 Am I like such a fellow？ Mer。 Come； come； thou art as hot a
jack in thy mood as any in Italy； and as soon moved to be moody； and as
soon moody to be moved。 Ben。 And what to？ Mer。 Nay； an there were two
such； we should have none shortly； for one would kill the other。 Thou！
why； thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his
beard than thou hast。 Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts；
having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes。 What eye but
such an eye would spy out such a quarrel？ Thy head is as full of quarrels
as an egg is full of meat； and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an
egg for quarrelling。 Thou hast quarrell'd with a man for coughing in the
street； because he hath wakened 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 an old riband？ 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 shall find me apt
enough to that； sir； an you will give me occasion。 Mer。 Could you not take
some occasion without giving Tyb。 Mercutio； thou consortest 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；
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here's that shall make you dance。 Zounds； consort！ Ben。 We talk here in
the public haunt of men。 Either withdraw unto some private place And
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；
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 love 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 knowest 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！ Alla stoccata carries it away。 ＇Draws。＇ Tybalt； you ratcatcher；
will you walk？ 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
pitcher by the ears？ Make haste； lest mine be about your ears ere it be out。
Tyb。 I am for you。 ＇Draws。＇ 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！ Tybalt under Romeo's arm thrusts Mercutio
in； and flies ＇with his Followers＇。 Mer。 I am hurt。 A plague o' both your
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
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grave man。 I am peppered； 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 arithmetic！ 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 worms' meat of me。 I have it；
And soundly too。 Your houses！ ＇Exit。 ＇supported by Benvolio＇。 Rom。 This
gentleman； the Prince's near ally； My very friend； hath got this 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 soft'ned valour's steel
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 moe days doth depend； This but begins the woe
others must end。
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 gavest 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。