Fri. Romeo fhall thank thee, daughter, for us both.
Jul. As much to him, elfe are his thanks too much.
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 substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars, that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to fuch Excess,

I cannot fum up one half of 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.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE, The STREET.、

Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, and Servants.

BENVOLIO.

The day is hot, the Capulets abroad;

And, if we meet, we shall not 'fcape a brawl; For now these hot days is the mad blood stirring.

Mer. Thou art like one of thofe fellows, that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his fword upon the table, and fays, God fend me no need of thee! and, by the operation of the fecond 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 Vo L. VIII. C

mood

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 haft: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hafel eyes; what eye, but fuch an eye, would spy 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 quarrel'd with a man for coughing in the street, 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 fhoes with old ribband ? and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling!

Ben. If I were fo apt to quarrel as thou art, any man ́. fhould buy the fee fimple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mar. The fee-fimple? O fimple!

Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others.

Ben. By my head, here come the Capulets.
Mer. By my heel, I care not,

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.

b. 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 fiddlestick; here's That, fhall make you dance. Zounds! confort!

[Laying his hand on his fword. Ben. We talk here in the publick haunt of men:

Either withdraw unto 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 gaze.

I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Enter Romeo.

Tyb. Well, peace be with you, Sir! here comes my

man.

Mer. But I'll be hang'd, Sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower; Your Worship in that fenfe may call him man. Tyb. Romeo, the love, I bear thee, can afford No better term than this, thou art a villain. Rom. Tybalt, the reason 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 proteft, I never injur'd thee, But love thee better than thou canst devife ; 'Till thou fhalt know the reason of my love. And fo, good Capulet, (whofe name I tender As dearly as my own,) be fatisfied.

Mer. O calm,dishonourable, vile fubmiffion! Ah! la Stoccata carries it away.

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 fhall ufe me hereafter, dry-beat the reft of the eight. Will you pluck your fword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, left mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Tyb. I am for you.
[Drawing.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mer. Come, Sir, your paffado.

[Mercutio and Tybalt fight. C 2

Rom

Rom. Draw, Benvolio beat down their weapons

Gentlemen for fhame, forbear this

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outrage

Tybalt Mercutio the Prince exprefly hath
Forbidden bandying in Verona ftreets.
Hold, Tybalt, good Mercutio.
Mer. I am hurt

A plague of both the houses! I am sped:
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Ben. What, art thou hurt?

[Exit Tybalt.

Mer. Ay, ay, a fcratch, a fcratch; marry, 'tis enough.

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: ask for me to morrow, and you fhall find me a grave man. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world a plague of 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, C. I fhall faint; a plague o' both your houses! They have made worms-meat of me,

I have it, and foundly too. Plague o' your houses!

Exeunt Mer. Ben.

Rom. This Gentleman, the Prince's near allie,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation ftain'd

With Tybalt's flander; Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my coufin: O fweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper foftned valour's steel.

Enter Benvolio.

Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead;
That gallant fpirit hath afpir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did fcorn the earth.

Rom.

Rom. This day's black fate on more days does de

pend;

This but begins the woe, others must end.

Enter Tybalt.

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive? in Triumph? and Mercutio flain ?
Away to heav'n, refpective lenity,

And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gav'ft me; for Mercutio's foul
Is but a little way above our heads,

Staying for thine to keep him company:

Or thou or I, or both, must go with him.

Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didit confort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

Rom. This fhall determine that.

[They fight, Tybalt falls.

Ben. Romeo, away, begone:

The cizizens are up, and Tybalt flain

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?

Enter Citizens.

[Exit Romeo.

Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt, that murtherer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lyes that Tybalt.

Cit. Up, Sir, go with me:

I charge thee in the Prince's name, obey.

Enter Prince, Montague, Capulet, their Wives, &c.

Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Ben. O noble Prince, I can discover all
Th' unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, flain by young Romeo,
That flew thy kinfman, brave Mercutio.