"I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire. The day is hot, the Capulets abroad. And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl, For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. (3.I.1-4)
"Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hairless in his beard than thou hast. (3.1.17-19)
"Well peace with you sir. Here comes my man." (3.2.55)
"I do protest I never injur'd thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt kow the reason of my love; Ans so good Capulet, which my name I tender As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.