But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery. Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call him 'man.'
Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting. Villain am I none.Therefore farewell; I see thou knowest me not.
I do protest, I never injured thee,But love thee better than thou canst deviseTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.And so, good Capulet — which name I tenderAs dearly as my own — be satisfied.
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuriesThat thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.
O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws] Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry beat the rest of the eight. Will youpluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
What wouldst thou have with me?
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