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Fri. Romeo fhall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too
Rom. Ah! Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then fweeten with thy breath This neighbour air; and let rich mufick's tongue Unfold th' imagin'd happiness, that both Receive in either, by this dear encounter.
Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his fubftance, not of ornament: They are but beggars, that can count their w orth But my true love is grown to fuch Excess, I cannot fum up fums of half my wealth.
Fri. Come, come with me, and we will make short work;
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone, 'Till Holy Church incorp'rate two in one.
ACT III. SCENE I
Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and Servants.
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.
The day is hot,] It is obferved than in Italy almost all affaffina
tions are committed during the heat of fummer.
Mer. Thou art like one of those fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his fword upon the table, and fays, God send me no need of thee ! and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the Drawer, when, indeed, there is no need.
Ben. Am I like fuch a fellow ?
Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; and as foon mov'd to be moody, and as foon moody to be mov'd.
Ben. And what to?
Mer. Nay, an' there were two fuch, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair lefs, in his beard, than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou haft hafel eyes; what eye, but fuch an eye, would fpy out fuch a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg, for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the ftreet, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain afleep in the Sun. Didft thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Eafter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old ribband? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling;
Ben. If I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-fimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
Mer. The fee-fimple? O fimple!
Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others.
Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Tyb. Follow me clofe, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good-den, a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with fomething, make it a word and a blow.
Tyb. You fhall find me apt enough to that, Sir, if you will give me occafion.
Mer. Could you not take fome occafion without giving?
Tyb. Mercutio, thou confort'ft with Romeo
Mer. Confort! what doft thou make us minstrels! if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but difcords. Here's my fiddleftick; here's that, fhall make you dance. Come! confort!
[Laying his hand on his fword. Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw into fome private place, Or reafon coldly of your grievances, Or elfe depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them
I will not budge for no man's pleasure. I
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir! here comes
Mer. But I'll be hang'd, Sir, if he wear your li
Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower:
Tyb. Romeo, the love, I bear thee, can afford
Rom. Tybalt, the reafon that I have to love thee Doth much excufe the appertaining rage To fuch a Greeting. Villain I am none, Therefore, farewel. I fee, thou know'st me not. Tyb, Boy, this fhall not excufe the Injuries That thou haft done me, therefore turn and draw.
Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee,
Mer. O calm, difhonourable, vile fubmiffion!
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?
Mer. 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 reft of the eight..? Will you pluck your fword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make hafte, left mine be about your ears ere it be out.
Tyb. I am for you.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
[Mercutio and Tybalt fight. Rom. Draw, Benvolio,beat down their weaponsGentlemen-for fhame, forbear this outrageTybalt-Mercutio-the Prince exprefly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona ftreets. Hold, Tybalt,good Mercutio.
Mer. I am hurt
A plague on both the houses! I am fped.
Ben. What, art thou hurt?
Mer. Ay, ay, a fcratch, a fcratch; marry, 'tis enough.
9 Will you pluck your fword out of his PILCHER by the ears] We should read PILCHE, which
Where is my page? go, villain, fetch a furgeon. Rom. Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not fo deep as a well, nor fo wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill ferve. Afk for
fignifies a cloke or coat of skins, meaning the fcabbard.
me to-morrow, and you fhall find me a grave máñ. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world. A plague on both your houses! What? a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death? a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick? Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into fome houfe, Benvolio,
Or I fhall faint. A plague on both your houses!
I have it, and foundly too. Plague o' your houses!
Rom. This Gentleman, the Prince's near allie,
With Tybalt's flander; Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my coufin. O fweet Juliet,
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead:
Rom. This day's black fate on more days does
▾ This da's black fute on more days does aepend;] This day's unhappy deliny bangs over the
days yet to come. There will yet be more mischief.