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No better term than this—Thou art a villain.
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 ! A la stoccata} carries it away
[Draus. 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 4 by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you.
Rom. Draw, Benvolio;
[Exeunt TYBALT and his Partizans.
4 Case or scabhard.
Mer. I am hurt;
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 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 arithmetick!Why, the devil, came you between us ? I was hurt under
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
[Exeunt MERCUTio and BenvolIO,
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 de
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
here, Shalt with him hence. Rom.
This shall determine that.
[They fight; TYBALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away,
Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou stay?
[Exit Romeo. s Cool, considerate gentleness.
6 Conduct for conductor. 7 Accompany.
Enter Citizens, &c.
1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Enter Prince, attended ; MONTAGUE, CAPULET,
their lives 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, 8 For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin!
Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
8 Just and upright.
9 Slight, unimportant.
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt. Prin.
And, for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence : I have an interest in your hates' proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding;