I’m begging you, good Mercutio, let’s call it a day. It’s hot outside, and the Capulets are wandering around. If we bump into them, we’ll certainly get into a fight. When it’s hot outside, people become angry and hot-blooded.
You’re like one of those guys who walks into a bar, slams his sword on the table, and then says, “I pray I never have to use you.” By the time he orders his second drink, he pulls his sword on the bartender for no reason at all.
Oh great, here come the Capulets. - We’re talking here in a public place. Either go someplace private, or talk it over rationally, or else just go away. Out here everybody can see us.
I am looking for Romeo. You hang out with him where is he? - Well, may peace be with you. Here comes my man, the man I’m looking for.
Tybalt, I have a reason to love you that lets me put aside the rage I should feel and excuse that insult. I am no villain. So, goodbye. - I disagree. I’ve never done you harm. I love you more than you can understand until you know the reason why I love you. And so, good Capulet—which is a name I love like my own name—you should be satisfied with what I say.
Romeo, there’s only one thing I can call you. You’re a villain. - Boy, your words can’t excuse the harm you’ve done to me. So now turn and draw your sword.
This calm submission is dishonorable and vile. The thrust of a sword will end this surrender. (draws his sword)Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you go fight me?
Do not fight Guys!
I will fight you Mercutio!
What did you do Tybalt we must do something about this!
What have you done, Tybalt. My loyalty to Mercutio tells me to fight you.
I will fight you, Romeo!
Romeo, get out of here. The citizens are around, and Tybalt is dead. Don’t stand there shocked. The Prince will give you the death penalty if you get caught. So get out of here!