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Forbear this outrage ; — Tybalt — Mercutio -
cutio. [Exeunt Tybalt and his Partizans. Mer. I am hurt; A plague o’both the houses !
- I am sped: Is he gone, and hath nothing ? 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, 't will serve : ask for me to-morrow,
shall find me a grave I am peppered, I warrant, for this world :A plague o’ both your houses ! - 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 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 kinsman : O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper soften'd valour's steel.
Ben, Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom.
This shall determine that.
[They fight; TYBALT falls.
Rom. O! I am fortune's fool!
Why dost thou 'stay?
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 !- 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
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
- 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,
4 Just and upright.
5 Slight, unimportant..
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
La. Cap. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio ;
And, for that offence,
6 Punish by fine.
A Room in Capulet's House.
such a waggoner
Enter Nurse, with Cords. Here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue, that
speaks But Romeo's name, speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there, the
Ay, ay, the cords.
? Grave, solemn. VOL. X.
• Gaudy, showy.