" And for that offence immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your hearts' proceeding. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding..."
" Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end, the life of Tybalt"
" Come, sir, your passado"
" Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up"
" Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain I am none. Therefore, farewell. I see thou knowst me not"
" Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: thou art a villain"
" We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place, or reason coldly of your grievances. Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us"
" 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. Zounds, consort"
" Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo"
" Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeos hand did slay. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethink how nice the quarrel was and urged withal your high displeasure. All this uttered with gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed"