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

Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men :
Either withdraw vnto some priuate place,
Or reason coldly of your greuances :
Or else depart, here all eies gaze on vs.

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

Enter Romeo.

Ti. Well peace be with you sir, 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 sense 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 excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting : villainc am I none.
Therefore farewell I see thou knowest me not.

Ti. Boy, this shall not excuse 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 deuise:
Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue,
And so good Capulct, which name I tender
As dearely as my owne, be satisfied.

Mer. O calme, dishonourable, vile submission :
Alla stucat 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 lives,


that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall vse me hereafter dry beate the rest of the eight. Will you plock your sword out of his pilcher by the eares ? make haft, lealt mine be about your eares ere it be out.

Ti. I am for you.
Ro. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier vp.
Mer. Come fir your passado.

Ro. Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons,
Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage,
Tibalt, Mercutio, the prince exprelly hath
Forbid bandying in Verona streetes,
Hold Tibalt, good Mercutio.

Away Tybalt.
Mer. I am hurt.
A plague a both houses, I am sped,
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 so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a church doore, but tis inough, twill serue : alke for me to morrow, and you shall find me a graue man. I am peppered I warrant, for this world, a plague a both your houses, sounds 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 arme.

Ro. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Helpe me into some house Benuolio, Or I shall faint, a plague a both your houses.

They Exit,

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

Ro. This gentleman the princes neare alie,
My very friend hath gott his mortall hurt
In my behalfe, my reputation staind
With Tibalts Naunder, Tibalt that an houre
Hath beene my cozin, O sweet 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 spirit hath aspir’d the cloudes,
Which too vntimely here did scorne 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 faine,
Away to heauen respectiue 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, must goe with him,

Ti. Thou wretched boy that didît confort him here,
Shalt with him hence.

Ro. This shall determine that,

They fight. Tibalt falles.)

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

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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 voluckie mannage of this fatall brall,
There lies the man Naine by young Romeo,
That New thy kinsman braue Mercutio.

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

Prin. Benuolio, who began this fray ?

Ben. Tibalt here Naine, whom Romeos hand did nay,
Romeo that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke
How nice the quarrell was, and vrg'd withal
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 sends
It back to Tibalt, whose dexterity
Retortsit, Romeo he cries aloud,
Hold friends, friends part, and swifter then his tongue,
His aged * arme beats downe their fatall points,
And twixt them rushes, vnderneth whose arme,
An enuious thrust from Tibalt, hit the life
Of stout 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 stout Tibalt Naine :
And as he fell, did Romeo turne and flie,
This is the truth, or let Benuolio die,

Ca. Wi. He is a kinsman to the Mountague,
Affection makes him false, he speakes not true :
Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life.
I beg for iustice which thou prince must giue :
Romeo New Tibalt, Romeo must not liue.

Prin. Romeo New 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 shall all repent the losse of mine.


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