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A public place.</h3> + <div> + + <p>Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants</p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: + <br /> + The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, + <br /> + And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; + <br /> + For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Thou art like one of those fellows that when he + <br /> + enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword + <br /> + upon the table and says 'God send me no need of + <br /> + thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws + <br /> + it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Am I like such a fellow? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as + <br /> + any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as + <br /> + soon moody to be moved. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>And what to? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Nay, an there were two such, we should have none + <br /> + shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why, + <br /> + thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, + <br /> + or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou + <br /> + wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no + <br /> + other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what + <br /> + eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? + <br /> + Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of + <br /> + meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as + <br /> + an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a + <br /> + man for coughing in the street, because he hath + <br /> + wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: + <br /> + didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing + <br /> + his new doublet before Easter? with another, for + <br /> + tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou + <br /> + wilt tutor me from quarrelling! + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man + <br /> + should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a + quarter. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>The fee-simple! O simple! + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>By my head, here come the Capulets. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>By my heel, I care not. + <br /> + </p> + <p>Enter TYBALT and others</p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>Follow me close, for I will speak to them. + <br /> + Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>And but one word with one of us? couple it with + <br /> + something; make it a word and a blow. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you + <br /> + will give me occasion. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Could you not take some occasion without giving? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,— + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an + <br /> + thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but + <br /> + discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall + <br /> + make you dance. 'Zounds, consort! + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>We talk here in the public haunt of men: + <br /> + Either withdraw unto some private place, + <br /> + And reason coldly of your grievances, + <br /> + Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; + <br /> + I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. + <br /> + </p> + <p>Enter ROMEO</p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: + <br /> + Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; + <br /> + Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.' + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford + <br /> + No better term than this,—thou art a villain. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee + <br /> + Doth much excuse the appertaining rage + <br /> + To such a greeting: villain am I none; + <br /> + Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries + <br /> + That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>I do protest, I never injured thee, + <br /> + But love thee better than thou canst devise, + <br /> + Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: + <br /> + And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender + <br /> + As dearly as my own,—be satisfied. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! + <br /> + Alla stoccata carries it away. + <br /> + </p> + <p>Draws</p> + <p>Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>What wouldst thou have with me? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine + <br /> + lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you + <br /> + shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the + <br /> + eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher + <br /> + by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your + <br /> + ears ere it be out. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>I am for you. + <br /> + </p> + <p>Drawing</p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Come, sir, your passado. + <br /> + </p> + <p>They fight</p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. + <br /> + Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! + <br /> + Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath + <br /> + Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: + <br /> + Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! + <br /> + </p> + <p>TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his + followers + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>I am hurt. + <br /> + A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. + <br /> + Is he gone, and hath nothing? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>What, art thou hurt? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. + <br /> + Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. + <br /> + </p> + <p>Exit Page</p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a + <br /> + church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for + <br /> + me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I + <br /> + am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' + <br /> + both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a + <br /> + cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a + <br /> + rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of + <br /> + arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I + <br /> + was hurt under your arm. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>I thought all for the best. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MERCUTIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Help me into some house, Benvolio, + <br /> + Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! + <br /> + They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, + <br /> + And soundly too: your houses! + <br /> + </p> + <p>Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO</p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>This gentleman, the prince's near ally, + <br /> + My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt + <br /> + In my behalf; my reputation stain'd + <br /> + With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour + <br /> + Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, + <br /> + Thy beauty hath made me effeminate + <br /> + And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! + <br /> + </p> + <p>Re-enter BENVOLIO</p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! + <br /> + That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, + <br /> + Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>This day's black fate on more days doth depend; + <br /> + This but begins the woe, others must end. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! + <br /> + Away to heaven, respective lenity, + <br /> + And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! + <br /> + </p> + <p>Re-enter TYBALT</p> + <p>Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, + <br /> + That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul + <br /> + Is but a little way above our heads, + <br /> + Staying for thine to keep him company: + <br /> + Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>TYBALT</strong> + </p> + + <p>Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, + <br /> + Shalt with him hence. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>This shall determine that. + <br /> + </p> + <p>They fight; TYBALT falls</p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Romeo, away, be gone! + <br /> + The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. + <br /> + Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, + <br /> + If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away! + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>ROMEO</strong> + </p> + + <p>O, I am fortune's fool! + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Why dost thou stay? + <br /> + </p> + <p>Exit ROMEO</p> + <p>Enter Citizens, & c</p> + + + <p> + <strong>First Citizen</strong> + </p> + + <p>Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? + <br /> + Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>There lies that Tybalt. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>First Citizen</strong> + </p> + + <p>Up, sir, go with me; + <br /> + I charge thee in the princes name, obey. + <br /> + </p> + <p>Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and + others + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>PRINCE</strong> + </p> + + <p>Where are the vile beginners of this fray? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>O noble prince, I can discover all + <br /> + The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl: + <br /> + There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, + <br /> + That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>LADY CAPULET</strong> + </p> + + <p>Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! + <br /> + O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt + <br /> + O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true, + <br /> + For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague. + <br /> + O cousin, cousin! + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>PRINCE</strong> + </p> + + <p>Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>BENVOLIO</strong> + </p> + + <p>Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; + <br /> + Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink + <br /> + How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal + <br /> + Your high displeasure: all this uttered + <br /> + With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, + <br /> + Could not take truce with the unruly spleen + <br /> + Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts + <br /> + With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, + <br /> + Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, + <br /> + And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats + <br /> + Cold death aside, and with the other sends + <br /> + It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity, + <br /> + Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, + <br /> + 'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than + <br /> + his tongue, + <br /> + His agile arm beats down their fatal points, + <br /> + And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm + <br /> + An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life + <br /> + Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled; + <br /> + But by and by comes back to Romeo, + <br /> + Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, + <br /> + And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I + <br /> + Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. + <br /> + And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. + <br /> + This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>LADY CAPULET</strong> + </p> + + <p>He is a kinsman to the Montague; + <br /> + Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: + <br /> + Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, + <br /> + And all those twenty could but kill one life. + <br /> + I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give; + <br /> + Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>PRINCE</strong> + </p> + + <p>Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio; + <br /> + Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>MONTAGUE</strong> + </p> + + <p>Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; + <br /> + His fault concludes but what the law should end, + <br /> + The life of Tybalt. + <br /> + </p> + + + <p> + <strong>PRINCE</strong> + </p> + + <p>And for that offence + <br /> + Immediately we do exile him hence: + <br /> + I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, + <br /> + My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; + <br /> + But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine + <br /> + That you shall all repent the loss of mine: + <br /> + I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; + <br /> + Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: + <br /> + Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste, + <br /> + Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. + <br /> + Bear hence this body and attend our will: + <br /> + Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. + <br /> + </p> + <p>Exeunt</p> + + + </div> +</div> + + + |