Mer. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with fomething, make it a word and a blow. Tyb. 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 fiddleftick; here's that, fhall make you dance. Come! confort! [Laying his band on his fword. Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men?? Either withdraw into 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 li very. Marry, go first to field, he'll be your follower : Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Tyb. Boy, this fhall not excuse the injuries Rom. Ram. I do proteft, I never injur'd thee, But love thee better than thou canst devife; 'Till thou shalt know the reafon of my love. And fo, good Capulet, whofe name I tender As dearly as my own, be fatisfied. Mer. O calm, difhonourable, 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 use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your fword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make hafte, 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. Rom. Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weaponsGentlemen for fhame, forbear this outrageTybalt-Mercutio-the Prince exprefly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt,good Mercutio. Mer. I am hurt————— [Exit Tybalt. A plague on both the houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ben. What, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a fcratch, a fcratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? go, villain, fetch a furgeon. 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. Afk for 9 Will you pluck your fword out of his PILCHER by the ears] We should read PILCHE, which fignifies a cloke or coat of skins, meaning the fcabbard. WARBURTON. me to-morrow, and you fhall find me a grave mañ. I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world. A plague on 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 house, Benvolio, Or I fhall faint. A plague on both your houses! I have it, and foundly too. Plague o' your houses! [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. SCENE II. Rom. This Gentleman, the Prince's near allie, 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. This day's black fate on more days does depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. ▾ This da.'s black fate on more days does depend;] This day's unhappy destiny hangs over the days yet to come. There will Enter Enter Tybalt. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Rom. Alive? in Triumph? and Mercutio lain? Away to heav'n, refpective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Staying for thine to keep him company; Or thou or 1, or both, muft go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didft confort him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. This fhall determine that. [They fight, Tybalt falls. Ben. Romeo, away. Begone: The citizens are up, and Tybalt flain Stand not amaz'd. The Prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken. Hence. Begone. 2 Rom. Oh! I am fortune's fool. Ben. Why doft thoụ stay? SCENE III. Enter Citizens. Away. [Exit Romeo. Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Cit. Up, Sir. Go with me. 1 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. La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! Prince, 3 O-coufin-husband-O-the blood is fpill'd Of my dear kinfman. Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours, fhed blood of Montague. O! coufin, coufin, Prin. Benvolio, who began this fray? Ben. Tybalt, here flain, whom Romeo's hand did nay; Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink * How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, |