O clam, dishonorable, vile submission! Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk? Good king cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.
I am for you.
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage. To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell. I see thou know'st me not.
Now, Tybalt, take the "villain" back again That late thou gavest me, for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep hhim company. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Draw, Benvolio! Beat down their weapons! Gentlemen, for shame for bear this outrage!
O Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant sprint hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
There hate I bear thee can afford no better term than this: thou art a villain.
Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, shalt with him hence.
O, I am Fortune's fool!
Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed! The Prince will doom thee death if thou art taken. Hence, begone, away!