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- Boy, this shall not excuse the injuriesThat thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.
- I do protest I never injured theeBut love thee better than thou canst deviseTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.And so, good Capulet, which name I tenderAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
- O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!Alla stoccato carries it away.Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?
- What wouldst thou have with me?
- Good king of cats, nothing but one of yournine lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, asyou shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of theeight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcherby the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about yourears ere it be out
- I am for you.
- Here Tybalt and Romeo discuss about their families conflict with each other
- Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
- Come, sir, your passado.
- Mercutio draws his sword through defence
- Away, Tybalt!
- I am hurt.A plague o’ both houses! I am sped.Is he gone and hath nothing?Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
- Both Tybalt and Mercutio draw their swords to start a fight
- What, art thou hurt?
- The scene when they all draw their swords and prepare to fight each other
- Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons.Gentlemen, for shame forbear this outrage!Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince expressly hathForbid this bandying in Verona streets.Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
- Percutio tries to back Tybalt back after stabbing Mercutio
- Tybalt, Mercutio and the rest exit the scene and there left is Mercutio hurt and killed by Tybalt
- Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much.
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