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Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting :-Villain am I none;
Therefore, farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me; therefore turn, and draw.

Rom. I do protest, I never injur'd thee;
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender
As dearly as mine own,-be satisfied.

Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission ! Alla stoccata a carries it away.

Draws. 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 shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcherb by the ears ? make haste, lest 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 passado. (They fight.

Rom. Draw, Benvolio. Beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage; Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold Tybalt-good Mercutio

[Exeunt Tybalt and his Partisans. Mer. I am hurt.A plague o' both the houses !—I am sped: Is he gone, and hath nothing ? Ben.

What, art thou hurt?

a Alla stoccata-the Italian term of art for the thrust with a rapier.

b Scabbard.

Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 't is

enough. Where is my page ?—go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

[Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 't is enough, 't will 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 !-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 arithmetic !-Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.

Rom. I thought all for the best.

Mer. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint.-A plague o' both your houses,
They have made worm's meat of me:
I have it, and soundly too :-Your houses.

[Exeunt Mercurio and BENVOLIO.
Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With' Tybalt's slander, Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my cousin.–O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty bath made me effeminate,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.

Re-enter BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio 's dead; That gallant spirit bath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth

depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.

Re-enter TYBALT.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain ! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed 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; TYBALT 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. Oh! I am fortune's fool!
Ben.

Why dost thou stay ? [Exit Rom.

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 ; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their

Wives, 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! O my brother's child ! O prince, - cousin,-husband,--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 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, knees humbly 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;
Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
Hold, friends! friends, part! and swifter than his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled :
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to 't they go like lightning; for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly;
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Affection makes him false, he speaks not true :
Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
And all those twenty could but kill one life :
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live,

Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Mon. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but, what the law should end, The life of Tybalt. Prin.

And for that offence, Immediately we do exile him hence: I have an interest in your hate's proceeding, My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a bleeding; But I 'll amerce you with so strong a fine, That you shall all repent the loss of mine : I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses, Therefore use none : let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he 's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence his body, and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Room in Capulet's House.

Enter JULIET. Jul. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging ; such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night! That, unawares, eyes may wink; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen ! Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties : or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. —Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods : Hood my unmann'da blood bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted, simple modesty.

& Unmann'd. A term of falconry. To man a hawk is to accustom her to the falconer who trains her.

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