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Tyb. Romeo, the hate 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 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; theretbre, 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! A la stoccata carries it away. [Draws. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ?
Tyb. What would'st 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 pilcher 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 forbid this 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 ?
Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.- Where is my page ?--go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page.
Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Met. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppe?ed, I warrant, for this world :-?- a plague o' 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.
Rom. I thought all for the best.
