Romeo and Juliet (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The excellent Tragedie
¶Mer: Nothing King of Cates, but borrow one of your
1510nine liues, therefore come drawe your rapier out of your
1515Rom: Stay Tibalt, hould Mercutio: Benuolio beate
¶downe their weapons.
1517.1
Tibalt under Romeos arms thrusts Mer-
¶
cutio, in and flyes.
¶Mer: Is he gone, hath hee nothing? A poxe on your
1524.1houses.
¶Rom: What art thou hurt man, the wound is not deepe.
¶barne doore, but it will serue I warrant. What meant you to
¶come betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme.
¶goe fetch me a Surgeon.
1528.1Boy: I goe my Lord.
¶hath made wormes meate of me, & ye aske for me to mor-
row you shall finde me a graue-man. A poxe of your houses,
¶your house of the Mountegues and the Capolets: and then
¶write my Epitapth, that Tybalt came and broke the Princes
¶cause. Wher's the Surgeon?
¶Mer: Now heele keepe a mumbling in my guts on the
¶otherside, come Benuolio, lend me thy hand: a poxe of your
.10houses.
Exeunt
¶Rom: This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie.
¶My very frend hath tane this mortall wound
1545In my behalfe, my reputation staind
¶With Tibalts slaunder, Tybalt that an houre
¶Hath beene my kinsman, Ah Iuliet
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