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Romeo and Juliet: Act 3, Scene 1

Romeo and Juliet
Act 3, Scene 1

Scene 1

Verona. A street.

  1. Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Men.

Benvolio

2 - 5
  1. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire.
  2. The day is hot, the Capels are abroad,
  3. And if we meet we shall not scape a brawl,
  4. For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Mercutio

6 - 10
  1. Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the
  2. confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and
  3. says, God send me no need of thee!” and by the operation of
  4. the second cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is
  5. no need.

Benvolio

11
  1. Am I like such a fellow?

Mercutio

12 - 14
  1. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in
  2. Italy, and as soon mov’d to be moody, and as soon moody to
  3. be mov’d.

Benvolio

15
  1. And what to?

Mercutio

16 - 29
  1. Nay, and there were two such, we should have none shortly,
  2. for one would kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt quarrel
  3. with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard
  4. than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking
  5. nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel
  6. eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
  7. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat,
  8. and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for
  9. quarreling. Thou hast quarrell’d with a man for coughing in
  10. the street, because he hath waken’d thy dog that hath lain
  11. asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for
  12. wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another for
  13. tying his new shoes with old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor
  14. me from quarreling!

Benvolio

30 - 31
  1. And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy
  2. the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.

Mercutio

32
  1. The fee-simple! O simple!
  1. Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others.

Benvolio

34
  1. By my head, here comes the Capulets.

Mercutio

35
  1. By my heel, I care not.

Tybalt

36 - 37
  1. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good
  2. den, a word with one of you.

Mercutio

38 - 39
  1. And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something,
  2. make it a word and a blow.

Tybalt

40 - 41
  1. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give
  2. me occasion.

Mercutio

42
  1. Could you not take some occasion without giving?

Tybalt

43
  1. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo

Mercutio

44 - 47
  1. Consort! What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make
  2. minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s
  3. my fiddlestick, here’s that shall make you dance. ’Zounds,
  4. consort!

Benvolio

48 - 51
  1. We talk here in the public haunt of men.
  2. Either withdraw unto some private place,
  3. Or reason coldly of your grievances,
  4. Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

Mercutio

52 - 53
  1. Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
  2. I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.
  1. Enter Romeo.

Tybalt

55
  1. Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.

Mercutio

56 - 58
  1. But I’ll be hang’d, sir, if he wear your livery.
  2. Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;
  3. Your worship in that sense may call him man.

Tybalt

59 - 60
  1. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
  2. No better term than this: thou art a villain.

Romeo

61 - 64
  1. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
  2. Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
  3. To such a greeting. Villain am I none;
  4. Therefore farewell, I see thou knowest me not.

Tybalt

65 - 66
  1. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
  2. That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.

Romeo

67 - 71
  1. I do protest I never injuried thee,
  2. But love thee better than thou canst devise,
  3. Till thou shalt know the reason of my love,
  4. And so, good Capuletwhich name I tender
  5. As dearly as mine ownbe satisfied.

Mercutio

72 - 75
  1. O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!
  2. Alia stoccato carries it away.
  3. Draws.
  4. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

Tybalt

76
  1. What wouldst thou have with me?

Mercutio

77 - 81
  1. Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives; that
  2. I mean to make bold withal, and as you shall use me
  3. hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck
  4. your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest
  5. mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Tybalt

82
  1. I am for you.

Romeo

83
  1. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Mercutio

84
  1. Come, sir, your passado.
  1. They fight.

Romeo

86 - 91
  1. Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons.
  2. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
  3. Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath
  4. Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
  5. Romeo steps between them.
  6. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
  1. Tybalt under Romeo’s arm thrusts Mercutio in.
  1. Away Tybalt with his followers.

Mercutio

94 - 96
  1.                              I am hurt.
  2. A plague a’ both houses! I am sped.
  3. Is he gone and hath nothing?

Benvolio

97
  1.                              What, art thou hurt?

Mercutio

98 - 99
  1. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch, marry, ’tis enough.
  2. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
  1. Exit Page.

Romeo

101
  1. Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much.

Mercutio

102 - 109
  1. No, ’tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
  2. church-door, but ’tis enough, ’twill serve. Ask for me
  3. tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am pepper’d,
  4. I warrant, for this world. A plague a’ both your houses!
  5. ’Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to
  6. death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the
  7. book of arithmetic! Why the dev’l came you between us? I was
  8. hurt under your arm.

Romeo

110
  1. I thought all for the best.

Mercutio

111 - 114
  1. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
  2. Or I shall faint. A plague a’ both your houses!
  3. They have made worms’ meat of me. I have it,
  4. And soundly too. Your houses!
  1. Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.

Romeo

116 - 122
  1. This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,
  2. My very friend, hath got this mortal hurt
  3. In my behalf; my reputation stain’d
  4. With Tybalt’s slanderTybalt, that an hour
  5. Hath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet,
  6. Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
  7. And in my temper soft’ned valor’s steel!
  1. Enter Benvolio.

Benvolio

124 - 126
  1. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead!
  2. That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds,
  3. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

Romeo

127 - 128
  1. This day’s black fate on more days doth depend,
  2. This but begins the woe others must end.
  1. Enter Tybalt.

Benvolio

130
  1. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Romeo

131 - 138
  1. He gone in triumph, and Mercutio slain!
  2. Away to heaven, respective lenity,
  3. And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now!
  4. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again
  5. That late thou gavest me, for Mercutio’s soul
  6. Is but a little way above our heads,
  7. Staying for thine to keep him company.
  8. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.

Tybalt

139 - 140
  1. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
  2. Shalt with him hence.

Romeo

141
  1.                       This shall determine that.
  1. They fight; Tybalt falls.

Benvolio

143 - 146
  1. Romeo, away, be gone!
  2. The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
  3. Stand not amazed, the Prince will doom thee death
  4. If thou art taken. Hence be gone, away!

Romeo

147
  1. O, I am fortune’s fool!

Benvolio

148
  1.                         Why dost thou stay?
  1. Exit Romeo.
  1. Enter Citizens.

First Citizen of Verona

151 - 152
  1. Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?
  2. Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

Benvolio

153
  1. There lies that Tybalt.

First Citizen of Verona

154 - 155
  1.                         Up, sir, go with me;
  2. I charge thee in the Prince’s name, obey.
  1. Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their Wives, and all.

Prince

157
  1. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Benvolio

158 - 161
  1. O noble Prince, I can discover all
  2. The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
  3. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
  4. That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

Lady Capulet

162 - 166
  1. Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!
  2. O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d
  3. Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
  4. For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.
  5. O cousin, cousin!

Prince

167
  1. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Benvolio

168 - 191
  1. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay!
  2. Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink
  3. How nice the quarrel was, and urg’d withal
  4. Your high displeasure; all this, uttered
  5. With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed,
  6. Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
  7. Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
  8. With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,
  9. Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
  10. And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
  11. Cold death aside, and with the other sends
  12. It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
  13. Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,
  14. Hold, friends! Friends, part!” and swifter than his tongue,
  15. His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
  16. And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
  17. An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
  18. Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
  19. But by and by comes back to Romeo,
  20. Who had but newly entertain’d revenge,
  21. And to’t they go like lightning, for, ere I
  22. Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;
  23. And as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
  24. This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

Lady Capulet

192 - 197
  1. He is a kinsman to the Montague,
  2. Affection makes him false, he speaks not true.
  3. Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,
  4. And all those twenty could but kill one life.
  5. I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give:
  6. Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Prince

198 - 199
  1. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
  2. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Montague

200 - 202
  1. Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend;
  2. His fault concludes but what the law should end,
  3. The life of Tybalt.

Prince

203 - 214
  1.                     And for that offense
  2. Immediately we do exile him hence.
  3. I have an interest in your hearts’ proceeding;
  4. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
  5. But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine
  6. That you shall all repent the loss of mine.
  7. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses,
  8. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses;
  9. Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste,
  10. Else, when he is found, that hour is his last.
  11. Bear hence this body and attend our will;
  12. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
  1. Exeunt.
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