I pray thee, good Mercutio, let'sretire:The day is hot, the Capuletsabroad,And, if we meet, we shall not scapea brawl;For now, these hot days, is the madblood stirring.
Nay, an there were two such, we should have noneshortly, for one would kill the other.
Follow me close, for I willspeak to them. Gentlemen, good den: aword with one of you. Youshall find me apt enough tothat, sir, an you will give me occasion.
And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.
Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.
*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
*Tybalt enters with others*
Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
*Enters Romeo*
I am hurt. A plague o' both your 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.
Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*
Come, sir, your “passado”.
I am for you.
*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*
What, art thou hurt?
*Tybalt runs followed with others*
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