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heeres my fiddlesticke, heeres that fhall make you daunce: zounds confort.

Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men: Either withdraw vnto fome priuate place,

Or reafon coldly of your greuances :

Or elfe depart, here all eies gaze on vs.

Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no mans pleasure I.

Enter Romeo.

Ti. Well peace be with you fir, here comes my man:
Mer. But Ile be hangd fir if he weare your liuery:
Marry go before to field, heele be your follower,
Your worship in that fenfe may call him man.

Tyb. Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord
No better terme then this : thou art a villaine.

Ro. Tibalt, the reason that I haue to loue thee,
Doth much excufe the appertaining rage
To fuch a greeting: villaine am I none.
Therefore farewell I fee thou knoweft me not.
Ti. Boy, this fhall not excufe the injuries
That thou hast done me therefore turne and draw.
Ro. I do protest I neuer iniured thee,

But loue thee better then thou canst deuife:
Till thou fhalt know the reason of my loue,
And fo good Capulet, which name I tender
As dearely as my owne, be fatisfied.

Mer. O calme, difhonourable, vile fubmiffion :
Alla ftucat ho carries it away,

Tibalt, you ratcatcher, will you walke?

Ti. What woulds thou haue with me?

M. Good king of cats, no thing but one of your nine liues,




that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall vfe me

hereafter dry beate the reft of the eight. fword out of his pilcher by the cares? be about your eares ere it be out.

Ti. I am for you.

Will you pluck your make haft, leaft mine

Ro. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier vp.
Mer. Come fir your paffado.

Ro. Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons,
Gentlemen, for fhame forbeare this outrage,

Tibalt, Mercutio, the prince exprefly hath
Forbid bandying in Verona streetes,

Hold Tibalt, good Mercutio.

Away Tybalt.

Mer. I am hurt.

A plague a both houses, I am fped,

Is he gone and hath nothing?

Ben. What art thou hurt?

Mer. I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry tis inough,

Where is my page? goe villaine fetch a furgeon.


Ro. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No tis not fo deepe as a well, nor fo wide as a church doore, but tis inough, twill ferue: afke for me to morrow, I am peppered I warrant, and fhall find me a graue man. you for this world, a plague a both your houses, founds a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death, a braggart, a rogue, a villaine, that fights by the booke of arithmetick, why the deu'le came you betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your


Ro. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Helpe me into fome houfe Benuolio, Or I fhall faint, a plague a both your houses.


They haue made wormes meat of me,
I haue it, and foundly to your houses.-

Ro. This gentleman the princes neare alie,
My very friend hath gott his mortall hurt
In my behalfe, my reputation ftaind
With Tibalts flaunder, Tibalt that an houre
Hath beene my cozin, O fweet Iuliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper foftned valours steele.

Enter Benuolio.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio is dead. That gallant fpirit hath afpir'd the cloudes,

Which too vntimely here did fcorne the earth.

Ro. This daies blacke fate, on mo daies doth depend,

This but begins, the wo others must end.

Ben. Here comes the furious Tibalt backe againe,

Ro. He gon in triumph and Mercutio flaine,

Away to heauen refpectiue lenitie,

And fier and fury, be my conduct now,
Now Tibalt take the villaine back againe,
That late thou gaueft me, for Mercutios foule
Is but a little way aboue our heads,
Staying for thine to keepe him companie :

Either thou or I, or both, muft goe with him,

Ti. Thou wretched boy that didit confort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

Ro. This fhall determine that.

They fight. Tibalt falles.)

Ben. Romeo, away be gone :
The citizens are vp, and Tibalt flaine,

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Stand not amazed, the prince will doome thee death,
If thou art taken, hence be gone away.

Ro. O I am fortunes foole.

Ben. Why dost thou stay?

Exit Romeo.

Enter Citizens.

Citi. Which way ran he that kild Mercutio? Tibalt that murtherer, which way ran he? Benu. There lies that Tibalt.

Citi. Vp fir go with me :

I charge thee in the princes name obey.

Enter prince, old Mountague, Capulet, their wiues and


Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Ben. O noble prince, I can discouer all :
The vnluckie mannage of this fatall brall,
There lies the man flaine by young Romeo,
That flew thy kinfman braue Mercutio.

Capu. Wi. Tibalt my cozin, O my brothers child,
O prince, O cozin, husband, O the bloud is spild
Of my deare kinfman, prince as thou art true,
For bloud of ours, fhead bloud of Mountague.
O cozin, cozin.

Prin. Benuolio, who began this fray?

Ben. Tibalt here flaine, whom Romeos hand did flay,

Romeo that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke

How nice the quarrell was, and vrg'd withall

Your high displeasure all this vttered.

With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bowed
Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene

Of Tybalt deafe to peace, but that he tilts
With peircing steele at bold Mercutios breast,


Who all as hot, turnes deadly point to point,
And with a martiall fcorne, with one hand beates
Cold death a fide, and with the other fends
It back to Tibalt, whofe dexterity

Retorts it, Romeo he cries aloud,

Hold friends, friends part, and fwifter then his tongue,
His aged arme beats downe their fatall points,
And twixt them rushes, vnderneth whofe arme,
An enuious thruft from Tibalt, hit the life
Of ftout Mercutio, and then Tibalt fled,

But by and by comes backe to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertained reuenge,
And toote they goe like lightning, for ere I
Could draw to part them, was ftout Tibalt slaine :
And as he fell, did Romeo turne and flie,

This is the truth, or let Benuolio die.

Ca. Wi. He is a kinfman to the Mountague,
Affection makes him falfe, he fpeakes not true :
Some twenty of them fought in this blacke ftrife,
And all thofe twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for iuftice which thou prince must giue:
Romeo flew Tibalt, Romeo mut not liue.

Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio,
Who now the price of his deare bloud doth owe.
Cap. Not Romeo prince, he was Mercutios friend,
His fault concludes, but what the law should end,
The life of Tibalt.

Prin. And for that offence,

Immediately we doe exile him hence :

I haue an interest in your hearts proceeding.
My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding.
But Ile amerce you with so strong a fine,

That you fhall all repent the loffe of mine.

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