Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, Here comes the lady. Enter JULIEt. O! so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more Receive in either by this dear encounter. Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess, I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, Till holy church incorporate two in one. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A Public Place. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants. 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 those 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. 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 quarrelled 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 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! Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets. Enter TYBALT, and Others. 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 will find me apt enough to that, Sir, if you will give me occasion. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Mer. Consort! what! dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. consort! Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. 'Zounds, Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze: I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. 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; 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 know'st me not. Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries But love thee better than thou canst devise, And so, good Capulet, - which name I tender Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? [Draws. Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me here Mer. Good king of cats, nothing, but one of your nine lives; after, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. [Drawing. [They fight. - gentlemen, for shame Rom. Draw, Benevolio; Beat down their weapons: Forbear this outrage! — Tybalt - Mercutio - A plague o' both the houses! I am sped: Ben. What! art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 't is enough. Where is my page?-go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page. and Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 't is enough, 't will serve: ask for me to-morrow, you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world: 1: 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! 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: your houses! [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Rom. This gentleman, the prince 's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin; O sweet Juliet! Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper soften'd valour's steel. 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 depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. Re-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! Staying for thine to keep him company: Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. This shall determine that. [They fight; TYBALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away! begone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain: : Stand not amaz'd: the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken. Hence! Rom. O! I am fortune's fool. |