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Romeo and Juliet

Act III, Scene 1

A public place.
 
[Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants]
 
BENVOLIO
          ,           ,        ,  2     ,        ,
      I pray | thee good | Mercu|tio let's | retire:
           ,        ,         ,     ,        ,
      The day | is hot,| the Cap|ulets | abroad,
 
And if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl, for now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
 
MERCUTIO
Thou art like one of those fellows that when he enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword upon the table and says God send me no need of thee! and by the operation of the second cup draws it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
 
BENVOLIO
Am I like such a fellow?
 
MERCUTIO
Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
 
BENVOLIO
And what to?
 
MERCUTIO
Nay, an there were two such, 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 less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as fun 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 quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with another, for tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
 
BENVOLIO
An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
 
MERCUTIO
The fee-simple? O simple.
 
BENVOLIO
By my head here come the Capulets.
 
MERCUTIO
By my heel I care not.
 
[Enter TYBALT and others]
 
TYBALT
       ,            ,         ,          ,          ,
      Follow | me close,| for I | will speak | to them.
       ,                ,        ,          ,        ,
      Gentlemen,| good^den:| a word | with one | of you.
 
MERCUTIO
And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.
 
TYBALT
You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion.
 
MERCUTIO
Could you not take some occasion without giving?
 
TYBALT
Mercutio, thou consortst with Romeo.
 
MERCUTIO
Consort? What dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!
 
BENVOLIO
           ,      ,            ,        ,         ,
5     We talk | here in | the pub|lic haunt | of men:
       ,             ,       ,         ,         ,
      Either | withdraw | unto | some pri|vate place,
           ,        ,      ,          ,      ,
      And rea|son cold|ly of | your grie|vances,
           ,        ,      T   T    T      ,    2
      Or else | depart;| here all eyes | gaze on us.
 
MERCUTIO
              ,           ,         ,         ,           ,
      Men's^eyes | were made | to look,| and let | them gaze.
          ,          ,          ,           ,        ,
10    I will | not budge | for no | man's plea|sure, I.
 
[Enter ROMEO]
 
TYBALT
             ,          ,         ,           ,         ,
      Well peace | be with | you sir:| here comes | my man.
 
MERCUTIO
            ,          ,      ,    2       ,          ,  2
      But I'll | be hanged | sir if he | wear your | livery:
       ,        2    ,         ,       ,     2        ,   2
      Marry | go before | to field,| he'll be your | follower;
            ,              ,    ,           ,         ,
      Your wor|ship in / that sense | may call | him man.
 
TYBALT
       , 2          ,        ,          ,        ,
15    Romeo,| the love | I bear | thee can | afford
          ,        ,           ,      ,     2     ,
      No bet|ter term | than this:| thou art a | villain.
 
ROMEO
       ,     2       ,         ,        ,         ,
      Tybalt, the | reason | that I | have to | love thee,
             ,        ,         ,      ,        ,
      Doth much | excuse | the ap|pertain|ing rage
           ,        ,         ,        ,       ,
      To such | a gree|ting: vil|lain am | I none;
             ,          ,       ,            ,         ,
20    Therefore | farewell;| I see | thou knowst | me not.
 
TYBALT
       ,     ,                    ,         ,     ,
      Boy, this / shall not | excuse | the in|juries
             ,           ,          ,          ,          ,
      That thou | hast done | me; there|fore turn | and draw.
 
ROMEO
         ,        ,       ,      ,         ,
      I do | protest | I ne|ver in|jured thee,
            ,          ,        ,           ,         ,
      But love | thee bet|ter than | thou canst | devise,
             ,            ,         ,       ,        ,
25    Till thou | shalt know | the rea|son of | my love:
           ,         ,    ,            ,       ,      2->
      And so | good Cap|ulet,| which name | I ten||der
           ,      ,       ,        ,      ,
      As dear|ly as | my own,| be sat|isfied.
 
MERCUTIO
          ,     ,  ,    2         ,       ,
      O calm,| dishon/ourable,| vile sub|mission:
       ,          ,     ,        ,     ,
      Alla | stocca|ta car|ries it | away.
 
[Draws]
       ,            ,    ,          ,         __
30    Tybalt,| you rat-|catcher,| will you | walk?
 
TYBALT
What wouldst thou have with me?
 
MERCUTIO
Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
 
TYBALT
      ,           ,
      I am | for you.
 
[Drawing]
 
ROMEO
                      ,           ,  2    ,          ,   2   ,
                     Gentle | Mercu|tio, put || thy ra|pier up.
 
MERCUTIO
        ,   ,              ,
      Come sir,/ your pas|sado.
 
[They fight]
 
ROMEO
        ,       , 2           ,           ,        o
      Draw Ben|volio;| beat^down | their wea|pons:
       ,      ,          ,         ,          ,
35    Gentle|men for | shame for|bear this | outrage,
       ,           ,  3  3       ,         ,        ,
      Tybalt,| Mercu|tio, the prince | express|ly hath
          ,       ,    2    ,      ,       ,
      Forbid|den ban|dying in | Vero|na streets.
        T   T  T      ,       , 2
      Hold Tybalt,| good Mer|cutio.
 
[TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers]
 
MERCUTIO
                                     2     ,
                                    I am hurt.
           ,          ,          ,       ,        ,
40    A plague | on both | your hou|ses, I | am sped:
        2     ,          ,     ,
      Is he gone | and hath | nothing?
 
BENVOLIO
                                             ,           ,
                                       What art | thou hurt?
 
MERCUTIO
           ,         ,           ,       ,          2   ,
      Aye^aye,| a scratch,| a scratch;| marry | 'tis enough.
        ,     2       T    T  T         ,        ,        ->
      Where is my | page? Go vil|lain fetch | a sur||geon.
 
[Exit Page]
 
ROMEO
        ,       ,          ,        ,         ,
45    Cour|age man;| the hurt | cannot | be much.
 
MERCUTIO
No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague on both your houses! 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 arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
 
ROMEO
I thought all for the best.
 
MERCUTIO
        ,        ,            ,         ,   ,
      Help me | into | some house,| Benvo|lio,
       ,  2          ,           ,          ,          ,
      Or I shall | faint: A | plague on | both your | houses.
        ,           T    T      T        ,   oo
      They have | made worms' meat | of me:|
          ,     ,          ,        ,         ,
      I have | it, and | soundly | to your | houses.
 
[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
 
ROMEO
            ,      ,          ,         ,     ,
50    This gen|tleman | the prin|ce's near | ally,
          ,       ,           ,         ,        ,
      My ve|ry friend | hath got | his mor|tal hurt
          ,       ,        ,    ,         ,
      In my | behalf,| my rep|uta|tion stained
            ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      With Ty|balt's slan|der, Ty|balt that | an hour
             ,        ,        ,           ,    ,
      Hath been | my kin|sman: O | sweet* Ju|liet,
            ,              ,   ,      ,     ,
55    Thy beau|ty hath / made me | effe|minate
           ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      And in | my tem|per soft|ened va|lour's steel.
 
[Re-enter BENVOLIO]
 
BENVOLIO
         ,  2    ,  2     ,         ,   2     ,
      O Ro|meo, Ro|meo, brave | Mercu|tio's dead,
            ,        ,        ,        ,            ,
      That gal|lant spi|rit hath | aspired | the clouds,
             ,        ,       ,          ,           ,
      Which too | untime|ly here | did scorn | the earth.
 
ROMEO
        .    T     T     T         ,      ,             ,
60    This^day's black fate | on more | days doth | depend;
            ,        ,         ,    ,              ,
      This^but | begins | the woe,| others | must end.
 
BENVOLIO
             ,          ,   2    ,        ,       ,
      Here comes | the fu|rious Ty|balt back | again.
 
ROMEO
         ,        ,         ,        ,  2    ,
      Alive | in tri|umph, and | Mercu|tio slain?
        ,        ,          ,        ,    ,
      Away | to hea|ven respec|tive len|ity,
            ,         ,     ,       ,        ,
65    And fire-|eyed^fu|ry be | my con|duct now.
 
[Re-enter TYBALT]
           ,        ,         ,         ,       ,
      Now Ty|balt take | the vil|lain back | again
             ,           ,          ,        ,   2     ,
      That late | thou gavst | me, for | Mercu|tio's soul
          ,       ,       ,       ,          ,
      Is but | a lit|tle way | above | our heads,
        ,             ,          ,         ,     ,
      Staying | for thine | to keep | him com|pany:
       ,         ,       ,         ,           ,     2
70    Either | thou or | I, or | both, must | go with him.
 
TYBALT
             ,        ,           ,          ,          ,
      Thou wret|ched boy | that didst | consort | him here,
              ,          ,
      Shalt with | him hence.
 
ROMEO
                               ,             ,         ,
                             This shall | deter|mine that.
 
[They fight; TYBALT falls]
 
BENVOLIO
       ,   ,     ,        __    oo
      Rome|o, a|way be | gone:|
           ,     ,         ,        ,        ,
75    The cit|izens | are up,| and Ty|balt slain,
             ,       ,            ,            ,           ,
      Stand^not | amazed,| the prince | will doom | thee death
           ,         ,        ,          ,      ,
      If thou | art ta|ken: hence,| be gone,| away.
 
ROMEO
        ,       ,           ,
      O I | am for|tune's fool.
 
BENVOLIO
                                      ,           ,
                                Why dost | thou stay?
 
[Exit ROMEO]
 
[Enter Citizens, etc.]
 
FIRST CITIZEN
             ,         ,           ,         ,   ,
80    Which way | ran he | that killed | Mercu|tio?
       ,             ,     ,      T    T   T   .
      Tybalt | that mur|derer,| which way ran he?
 
BENVOLIO
        ,                ,
      There lies | that Ty|balt.
 
FIRST CITIZEN
                                 ,        ,         ,
                                Up | sir go | with me;
           ,           ,         ,        ,      ,
      I charge | thee in | the prin|ces name | obey.
 
[Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others]
 
PRINCE
        ,               ,       ,        ,          ,
85    Where are | the vile | begin|ners of | this fray?
 
BENVOLIO
         ,        ,        ,        ,      ,
      O no|ble prince,| I can | disco|ver all
         2    ,     ,       ,         ,       ,
      The unluck|y man|age of | this fa|tal brawl:
        T     T   .   T      ,          ,    ,
      There lies the man | slain by | young Ro/meo,
             ,         ,         ,         ,   ,
      That slew | thy kin|sman brave | Mercu|tio.
 
LADY CAPULET
       ,           ,       ,       ,           ,
90    Tybalt,| my cou|sin? O | my bro|ther's child,
           ,        ,        ,       3 3      ,          ,
      O prince,| O cou|sin, hus|band, O the blood | is spilt
                ,   ,           ,          ,          ,
      Of my / dear kins|man. Prince | as thou | art true,
            ,          ,           ,         ,     ,
      For blood | of ours,| shed blood | of Mon|tague.
         ,        ,
      O cou|sin, cou|sin.   \\
 
PRINCE
          ,  2    ,       ,           ,       ,
95    Benvo|lio, who | began | this blood|y fray?
 
BENVOLIO
       ,               ,           ,   2     ,          ,
      Tybalt | here* slain,| whom Ro|meo's hand | did slay;
       , 2           ,           ,      ,            ,
      Romeo | that spoke | him fair,| bade him | bethink
            ,          ,       ,          ,         ,
      How nice | the quar|rel was,| and urged | withal
             ,         ,         ,            x
      Your high | displea|sure: all | this uttered
      <-      ,          ,       T    T     T      ,         ,
100     With gen||tle breath,| calm look, knees | humbly | bowed,
      <-  ,       T    T    T                 , ,       ,
        Could || not take truce | with the / unru|ly spleen
          ,        ,         ,           ,         ,
      Of Ty|balt deaf | to peace,| but that | he tilts
             ,         ,          ,        ,   2      ,
      With pier|cing steel | at bold | Mercu|tio's breast,
           ,        ,            ,       ,          ,
      Who all | as hot,| turns dead|ly point | to point,
            ,       ,         ,           ,           ,
105   And with | a mar|tial scorn,| with one | hand^beats
             ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
      Cold^death | aside,| and with | the o|ther sends
           ,        ,         ,         ,    ,
      It back | to Ty|balt, whose | dexter|ity
          ,          ,   ,        ,       ,
      Retorts | it: Ro|meo | he cries | aloud,
              ,                ,          ,        ,           ,
      Hold friends,| Friends^part,| and swif|ter than | his tongue,
          ,       ,            ,           ,        ,
110   His a|gile arm | beats^down | their fa|tal points,
             ,           ,        ,      ,            ,
      And 'twixt | them ru|shes; un|derneath | whose arm
          ,          ,           ,       ,          ,
      An en|vious thrust | from Ty|balt hit | the life
           ,         ,       ,          ,        ,
      Of stout | Mercu|tio, and | then Ty|balt fled.
           ,        ,           ,        ,   ,
      But by | and by | comes^back | to Ro|meo,
           ,         ,      ,       ,         ,
115   Who had | but new|ly en|tertained | revenge,
           ,     2      ,     ,    ,                ,
      And to | it they go | like light/ning, for | ere I
              ,         ,                 ,    ,        ,
      Could draw | to part | them was / stout Ty|balt slain.
           ,        ,         ,  2    ,         ,
      And as | he fell,| did Ro|meo turn | and fly.
        ,             ,         ,        ,  2   ,
      This is | the truth,| or let | Benvo|lio die.
 
LADY CAPULET
       ,         ,        ,        ,     ,
120   He is | a kin|sman to | the Mon|tague;
         ,         ,           ,           ,           ,
      Affec|tion makes | him false;| he speaks | not true:
             ,      ,           ,                 ,      ,
      Some twen|ty of | them fought | in this / black strife,
           ,            ,       ,           ,          ,
      And all | those twen|ty could | but kill | one life.
         ,         ,                  ,     ,            ,
      I beg | for jus|tice, which / thou prince | must give;
       , 2           ,        ,       ,          ,
125   Romeo | slew* Ty|balt, Ro|meo must | not live.
 
PRINCE
       , 2      T   T    T     ,       , 2
      Romeo | slew him, he | slew Mer|cutio;
           ,          ,                ,    ,           ,
      Who now | the price | of his / dear blood | doth owe?
 
MONTAGUE
           ,  2     ,      ,           ,   2      ,
      Not Ro|meo Prince,| he was | Mercu|tio's friend;
            ,          ,            ,         ,            ,
      His fault | concludes | but what | the law | should end,
            ,        ,
130   The life | of Ty|balt.
 
PRINCE
                             ,          ,         ,
                            And | for that | offence
         ,   2   ,       ,    ,            ,
      Imme|diately | we do | exile | him hence:
          ,        ,         ,           ,          ,        o
      I have | an in|terest in | your heart's | procee|ding,
           ,                  ,     ,           ,        ,        o
      My blood | for your / rude brawls | doth lie | a-blee|ding;   (hex with prev)
            ,       ,           ,          ,         ,
135   But I'll | amerce | you with | so strong | a fine
            ,           ,        ,          ,         ,
      That you | shall all | repent | the loss | of mine:
          ,         ,         ,        ,       ,      o
      I will | be deaf | to plea|ding and | excu|ses;
            ,            ,             ,         ,      ,      o
      Nor tears | nor prayers | shall pur|chase out | abu|ses:   (hex with prev)
            ,           ,         ,  2    ,          ,
      Therefore | use^none:| let Ro|meo hence | in haste,
             ,           ,           ,     ,         ,
140   Else^when | he's found,| that ho|ur is | his last.
        T    T     T     ,  2          ,          ,
      Bear hence this | body and | attend | our will:
       ,           ,         ,    2      ,            ,
      Mercy | but mur|ders, par|doning those | that kill.
 
[Exeunt]

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