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.
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.
Oh great, here come the Capulets.
Well, I don't care.
(To Petruccio and the others) Follow me closely, I'll talk to them. (To the Montagues) Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'd like to have a word with one of you.
"Hang out?" Who do you think we are musicians in a band/ If we look like musicians to you, you can expect to hear nothing but noise. (touching the bald of his sword) This is my fiddlestick. I'll use it to make you dance. Goddammit-- "Hand out!"
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.