14321411Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire,

14331412The day is hot, the Capels abroad:

14341413And if we meete we shall not scape a brawle, for now these hot

14351414daies, is the mad blood stirring.

14361415 Mer. Thou art like one of these fellowes, that when he enters

14371416the confines of a Tauerne, claps me his sword vpon the table,

14381417and sayes, God send me no need of thee: and by the operation

14391418of the second cup, draws him on the drawer, when indeed there

14401419is no need.

14411420Ben. Am I like such a fellow?

14421421 Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy moode as

14431422any in Italie: and assoone moued to be moodie, and assoone

14441423moodie to be moued.

14451424Ben. And what too?

14461425 Mer. Nay and there were two such, we should haue none

14471426shortly, for one would kill the other: thou, why thou wilt

14481427quarell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire lesse in his

14491428beard, then thou hast: thou wilt quarell with a man for cracking

14501429Nuts, hauing no other reason, but because thou hast hasel eyes:

14511430what eye, but such an eye wold spie out such a quarrel? thy head

14521431is as full of quarelles, as an egge is full of meate, and yet thy

14531432head hath bene beaten as addle as an egge for quarelling: thou

14541433hast quareld with a man for coffing in the streete, because hee

14551434hath wakened thy dogge that hath laine asleep in the sun. Didst

14571435thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new doublet be-

14581436fore Easter, with an other for tying his new shooes with olde ri-

14591437band, and yet thou wilt tuter me from quarelling?

14611438 Ben. And I were so apt to quarell as thou art, any man should

14621439buy the fee-simple of my life for an houre and a quarter.

14641440Mer. The fee-simple, ô simple.

14661442Ben. By my head here comes the Capulets.

14671443Mer. By my heele I care not.

14681444Tybalt. Follow me close, for I will speake to them.

14691445Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you.

14701446 Mer. And but one word with one of vs, couple it with some-

14711447thing, make it a word and a blowe.

14721448 Tib. You shall find me apt inough to that sir, and you wil giue

14731449me occasion.

14741450 Mercu. Could you not take some occasion without gi-

14751451uing?

14761452Tyb. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.

14771453 Mer. Consort, what doest thou make vs Minstrels? and thou

14781454make Minstrels of vs, looke to hear nothing but discords: heeres

14791455my fiddlesticke, heeres that shall make you daunce: zounds con-

14801456sort.

14811457Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men:

14821458Either withdraw vnto some priuate place,

14831459Or reason coldly of your greeuances:

14841460Or else depart, here all eyes gaze on vs.

14851461Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze.

14861462I will not budge for no mans pleasure I.

14881464Tyb. Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man.

14891465Mer. But ile be hangd sir if he weare your liuerie:

14901466Marrie go before to field, heele be your follower,

14911467Your worship in that sense may call him man.

14921468Tyb. Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord

14931469No better terme then this: thou art a villaine.

14941470Ro. Tybalt, the reason that I haue to loue thee,

14951471Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

14961472To such a greeting: villaine am I none.

14971473Therefore farewell, I see thou knowest me not.

14981474Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the iniuries

14991475That thou hast done me, therefore turne and draw.

15001476Ro. I do protest I neuer iniuried thee,

15011477But loue thee better then thon canst deuise:

15021478Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue,

15031479And so good Capulet, which name I tender

15041480As dearely as mine owne, be satisfied.

15051481Mer. O calme, dishonourable, vile submission:

F 3 Alla

15061482Alla stucatho carries it away,

15071483Tibalt, you ratcatcher, will you walke?

15081484Tib. What wouldst thou haue with me?

15091485 M. Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine liues,

15101486that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall vse mee

15111487hereafter drie beate the rest of the eight. Will you plucke your

15121488sword out of his pilcher by the eares? Make haste, least mine be

15131489about your eares ere it be out.

15141490Tib. I am for you.

15151491Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier vp.

15161492Mer. Come sir, your Passado.

15171493Rom. Draw Benuolio, beate downe their weapons,

15181494Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage,

15191495Tibalt,Mercutio, the Prince expresly hath

15201496Forbid this bandying in Verona streetes,

15211497Hold Tybalt, good Mercutio.

15231499Mer. I am hurt.

15241500A plague a both houses, I am sped,

15251501Is he gone and hath nothing.

15261502Ben. What art thou hurt?

15271503Mer. I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marrie tis inough,

15281504Where is my Page? go villaine, fetch a Surgion.

15291505Ro. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.

15301506 Mer. No tis not so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a Church

15311507doore, but tis inough, twill serue: aske for me to morrow, and you

15321508shall finde me a graue man. I am peppered I warrant, for this

15331509world, a plague a both your houses, sounds a dog, a rat, a mouse,

15341510a cat, to scratch a man to death: a braggart, a rogue, a villaine,

15351511that fights by the booke of arithmatick, why the deule came you

15361512betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme.

15381513Ro. I thought all for the best.

15391514Mer. Helpe me into some house Benuolio,

15401515Or I shall faint, a plague a both your houses.

15411516They haue made wormes meate of me,

15421517I haue it, and soundly, to your houses.

15431519Ro. This Gentleman the Princes neare alie,

15441520My very friend hath got this mortall hurt

15451521In my behalfe, my reputation staind

15461522With Tybalts slaunder, Tybalt that an houre

15471523Hath bene my Cozen, O sweete Iuliet,

15481524Thy bewtie hath made me effeminate,

15491525And in my temper softned valours steele.

15511527Ben. O Romeo,Romeo, braue Mercutio is dead,

15521528That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Clowdes,

15531529Which too vntimely here did scorne the earth.

15541530 Ro. This dayes blacke fate, on mo daies doth depēd,

15551531This but begins, the wo others must end.

15571532Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt backe againe.

15581533Ro. He gan in triumph and Mercutio slaine,

15591534Away to heauen, respectiue lenitie,

15601535And fier end furie, be my conduct now,

15611536Now Tybalt take the villaine backe againe,

15621537That late thou gauest me, for Mercutios soule

15631538Is but a little way aboue our heads,

15641539Staying for thine to keepe him companie:

15651540Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.

15661541 Ty. Thou wretched boy that didst cōsort him here,

15671542Shalt with him hence.

15681543Ro. This shall determine that.

15701545Ben. Romeo, away be gone:

15711546The Citizens are vp, and Tybalt slaine,

15721547Stand not amazed, the Prince wil doome thee death,

15731548If thou art taken, hence be gone away.

15741549Ro. O I am fortunes foole.

15751550Ben. Why dost thou stay?

15781553Citti. Which way ran he that kild Mercutio?

15791554Tybalt that mutherer, which way ran he?

15801555Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

15811556Citi. Vp sir, go with me:

15821557I charge thee in the Princes name obey.

15851560Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

15861561Ben. O Noble Prince, I can discouer all:

15871562The vnluckie mannage of this fatall brall,

15881563There lies the man slaine by young Romeo,

15891564That slew thy kisman, braue Mercutio.

15901565 Capu.Wi. Tybalt, my Cozin, O my brothers child,

15911566O Prince, O Cozen, husband, O the bloud is spild

15921567Of my deare kisman, Prince as thou art true,

15931568For bloud of ours, shead bloud of Mountague.

15941569O Cozin, Cozin.

15951570Prin. Benuolio, who began this bloudie fray?

15961571 Ben. Tybalt here slain, whom Romeos hand did slay,

15971572Romeo that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke

15981573How nice the quarell was, and vrgd withall

15991574Your high displeasure all this vttered,

16001575With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed

16011576Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene

16021577Of Tybalt deafe to peace, but that he tilts

16031578With piercing steele at bold Mercutios breast,

16041579Who all as hot, turnes deadly poynt to poynt,

16051580And with a Martiall scorne, with one hand beates

16061581Cold death aside, and with the other sends

16071582It backe to Tybalt, whose dexteritie

16081583Retorts it, Romeo he cries aloud,

16091584Hold friends, friends part, and swifter then his tongue,

16101585His aged arme beates downe their fatall poynts,

16111586And twixt them rushes, vnderneath whose arme,

16121587An enuious thrust from Tybalt, hit the life

16131588Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled,

16141589But by and by comes backe to Romeo,

16151590Who had but newly entertaind reuenge,

16161591And toote they go like lightning, for ere I

16171592Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slaine:

16181593And as he fell, did Romeo turne and flie,

16191594This is the truth, or let Benuolio die.

16201595Ca.Wi. He is a kisman to the Mountague,

16211596Affection makes him false, he speakes not true:

16221597Some twentie of them fought in this blacke strife,

16231598And all those twentie could but kill one life.

16241599I beg for Iustice which thou Prince must giue:

16251600Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not liue.

16261601Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio,

16271602Who now the price of his deare bloud doth owe.

16281603 Capu. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutios friend,

16291604His fault concludes, but what the law should end,

16301605The life of Tybalt.

16311606Prin. And for that offence,

16321607Immediately we do exile him hence:

16331608I haue an interest in your hearts proceeding:

16341609My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding.

16351610But ile amerce you with so strong a fine,

16361611That you shall all repent the losse of mine.

16371612It will be deafe to pleading and excuses,

16381613Nor teares, nor prayers shall purchase out abuses.

16391614Therefore vse none, let Romeo hence in hast,

16401615Else when he is found, that houre is his last.

16411616Beare hence this body, and attend our will,

16421617Mercie but murders, pardoning those that kill.