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No better term than this—Thou art a villain.
Tyb. I am for you. [Drawing.
Tom. Draw, Benvolio; Beat down their weapons:—Gentlemen, for shame Forbear this outrage;—Tybalt-Mercutio— The prince expressly hath forbid this bandying In Verona streets:—hold, Tybalt;-good Mercutio. [Ereunt Ty BALT and his Partizans.
3 The Italian term for a thrust or stab with a rapier. * Case or scabhard.
Ben. What, art thou hurt: Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.- Where is my page?—go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Erit Page.
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mer. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world:—A plague o'both your houses 1–Zounds, 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 2 I was hurt under your arm.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
[Ereunt MER cut 1o and BEN volio.
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
Re-enter BEN vollo.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead; That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Tom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end.
Re-enter TY BALT.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective; lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct" now!— Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company; Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort” him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. This shall determine that. [They fight; Ty BALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone ! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain: Stand not amaz'd:—the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken:—hence —be gone !—away! Rom. O ! I am fortune's fool! Ben. Why dost thou stay [Erit Romeo.
* Cool, considerate gentleness. 6 Conduct for conductor. 7 Accompany.
Enter Citizens, &c.
1 Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he
Ben. There lies that Tybalt.
1 Cit. Up, sir, go with me; I charge thee in the prince's name, obey.
Enter Prince, attended; Most AGUE, CAPu LeT, their IWives and Others.
Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray ? - Ben. O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl : There lies the man slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin l—O my brother's child ! Unhappy sight! ah me, the blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman!—Prince, as thou art true,” For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.— O cousin, cousin! Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray : Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice” the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Your high displeasure:—All this—uttered With gentle breath, calm look, kneeshumbly bow'd,— Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;
*Just and upright. 9 Slight, unimportant.
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,