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Mer. But one word with one of vs ? You had best couple it with somewhat, and make it a word and a blow.
Tyb. I am apt enough to that if I haue occasion.
Mer. Confort, zwounes confort ? the Naue wil make fidlers of vs. If you doe sirra, look for nothing but discord : For heeres my fiddle-sticke.
Tyb. Well peace be with you, heere comes my man.
Mer. But Ile be hanged if he weare your lyuery: mary go before into the field, and he may be your follower, fo in that sence your worship may call him man.
Tyb. Romeo the hate I beare to the can affoord no better words then these, thou art a villaine.
Rom. Tybalt the loue I beare to thee, doth excuse the appertaining rage to such a word : villaine am I none, therfore I well perceive thou knowst me not.
Tyb. Bace boy this cannot serue thy turne, and therefore drawe.
Ro. I doe protest I neuer iniured thee, but loue thee better than thou canst deuise, till thou shalt know the reason of
Mer. O dishonorable vile submission. · Allafockado caries it away. You ratcatcher, come backe, come backe.
Tyb. What wouldest with me?
Mer. Nothing king of cates, but borrow one of your nine lives, therefore come drawe your rapier out of your fcabard, least mine be about your eares ere you be aware.
Rom. Stay Tibalt, hould Mercutio : Benuolio beate downe
Tibalt vnder Romeos arme thrusts Mercutio, in and Ayes. Mer. Is he gone, hath hee nothing? A poxe on your houses. Rom. What art thou hurt man, the wound is not deepe.
Mer. Noe not so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a barne doore, but it will serue I warrant. What meant you to come betweene vs ? I was hurt vnder your arme.
Rom. I did all for the best.
Mer. A poxe of your houses, I am fairely drest. Sirra goe fetch me a surgeon.
Boy. I goe my lord,
Mer, I am pepperd for this world, I am sped yfaith, he hath made wormes meate of me, and ye aske for me to morrow you shall find me a graue-man. A poxe of your houses, I Mall be fairely mounted vpon foure-mens shoulders : For your house of the Mountegues and the Capolets : and then some peasantly rogue, some sexton, some base Naue shall write my epitapth, that Tybalt came and broke the princes lawes, and Mercutio was Naine for the first and second cause. Wher's the surgeon ?
Boy. Hee's come fir.
Mler. Now heele keepe a mumbling in my guts on the other side, come Benuolio, lend me thy hand : a poxe of your houses.
Exeunt. Rom. This gentleman the princes neere alie. My very friend hath tane this mortall wound In my behalfe, my reputation staind With Tibalts flaunder, Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my kinsman. Ah Iuliet Thy beautie makes me thus effeminate, And in my temper foftens valors steele.
Enter Enter Benuolio.
Ben. Ah Romeo Romeo braue Mercutio is dead, That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the cloudes, Which too vntimely scornd the lowly earth.
Rom. This daies black fate, on more daies doth depend This but begins what other dayes must end.
Ben. Heere comes the furious Tibalt backe againe.
Rom. A liue in tryumph and Mercutio Naine ?
company. Or thou, or I, or both shall follow him.
Fight, Tibalt falles.
Watch. Wher's he that alue Mercutio, Tybalt that villaine?
Enter Prince, Capolets wife.
Ben. Ah noble prince I can discouer all
Heere lyes the man slaine by yong Romeo,
M. Tibalt, Tybalt, O my brothers child,
Pry. Speake Benuolio who began this fray ?
Ben. Tibalt heere Naine whom Romeos hand did Nay.
Mo. He is a Mountagew and speakes partiall,
Prin. And for that offence
I hade an interest in your hates proceeding,
Iul. Gallop apace you fierie footed steedes
Enter Nurse wringing her hands, with the ladder of cordes in
But how now nurse : O Lord, why lookst thou sad ?
Nur. I, I, the cordes : alacke we are vndone,
Iul. What diuell art thou that torments me thus ?
Jul. This torture Mould be roard in dismall hell.
Nur. Romeo can if heauens cannot.
Iul. Ah Romeo, Romeo, what disaster hap