I pray thee, good Mercutio, lets retire. the day is hot, the capels are abroad , And if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl, for now , these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and says "God send me no need of thee" and, by the operation of the second cup,
Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good e'en. a word with one of you.
By my head, here comes the Capulets.
by my heel, I care not
Stop!!
Curse the homes of the Montague and the Capulet