Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 1 ​ ​

TYBALT 3.1.38 [to Capulets] Follow me close, for I will speak to them. ​ [to Benvolio & Mercutio] Gentlemen, good e'en. A word with one of you. afternoon ​ ​ MERCUTIO 3.1.40 And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something: make it a word and a blow! something else ​ TYBALT 3.1.42 You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, happy ​ ​ and you will give me occasion! if, a reason ​ ​ ​ MERCUTIO 3.1.44 Could you not take some occasion without giving? make your own reason ​ ​ TYBALT 3.1.46 Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo— hang out with Romeo ​ ​ MERCUTIO 3.1.47 Consort! What, dost thou make us minstrels? ensemble, musicians ​ ​ ​ And thou make minstrels of us, look to if ​ hear nothing but discords. Here's my disagreement/dissonance ​ ​ fiddlestick! Here's that shall make you dance! (sword) ​ Zounds, consort! my god ​ BENVOLIO 3.1.51 We talk here in the public haunt of men. public streets ​ ​ Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances, calmly discuss your complaints ​ ​ Or else depart! Here all eyes gaze on us. MERCUTIO 3.1.55 Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I! to please anyone ​ ​ [ROMEO enters] ​ ​ TYBALT 3.1.57 Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man. MERCUTIO 3.1.58 But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery! damned, manservant's uniform ​ ​ ​ ​ Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 1 ​ ​

Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower! to a dueling field, follow you ​ ​ ​ ​ Your Worship in that sense may call him "man"! manservant ​ ​ TYBALT 3.1.61

2 1 Romeo! The love ​ I bear thee can afford _ hate :​ I have so little love for you ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ No better term than this: Thou art a villain! all I can say is this ​ ROMEO 3.1.63 Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage rage you deserve ​ To such a greeting. Villain am I none. for ​ Therefore farewell. I see thou know'st me not. TYBALT 3.1.67 Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw! ROMEO 3.1.69 I do protest I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise imagine ​ Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. until you learn ​ And so, good Capulet, which name I tender care for ​ 2 5 As dearly as mine ​ own, be satisfied. my ​ ​ MERCUTIO 3.1.74 O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! what a ​ Alla stoccato carries it away! [draws his sword] let the best fencer win ​ ​ Tybalt, you rat­catcher, will you walk? filthy cat, come here ​ ​ ​ ​ TYBALT 3.1.76 What wouldst thou have with me? MERCUTIO 3.1.77 Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives that I mean to make bold withal, beat ​ ​ and as you shall use me hereafter, dry­beat the if you offend, beat ​ ​ ​ ​ rest of the eight! Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, scabbard, hurry ​ ​ ​ ​ lest mine be about your ears ere it be out! or else mine will cut off your ears ​ ​ ​ Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 1 ​ ​

TYBALT before yours is out I am for you. [draws his sword] I am ready for you 3.1.84 ​ ​ ​ ROMEO 3.1.85 Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up! sword, away ​ ​ ​ ​ MERCUTIO 3.1.86 Come, sir, your passado! best stroke ​ ​ [They fight] ROMEO 3.1.87 Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons! disarm them ​ ​ Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! stop ​ ​ Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath

5 2 Forbidden bandying ​ in Verona streets! this bandying ,​ fighting ​ ​ ​ Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio! [draws and tries to disarm them] [Tybalt stabs Mercutio] [A CAPULET Away, Tybalt!]+ 3.1.92 ​ ​ ​ MERCUTIO I am hurt. 3.1.93 ​ + A plague o' both [your] ​ houses! I am sped. death to both your families, done ​ ​ ​ ​ [Tybalt & Capulets exit] Is he gone and hath nothing? without a scratch ​ ​ BENVOLIO What, art thou hurt? 3.1.96 ​ MERCUTIO 3.1.97 Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page?—Go, villein, fetch a surgeon! [Page exits] servant ​ ​ ​ ROMEO 3.1.99 Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. MERCUTIO 3.1.100 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 o' both finished, swear ​ ​ ​ your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to damn ​ ​ scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue, a villain, Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 1 ​ ​

that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm! ROMEO 3.1.109 I thought all for the best. MERCUTIO 3.1.110 Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me. I have it, I've had it ​ ​ And soundly too. Your houses! thoroughly ​ ​ [All exit but Romeo] ROMEO 3.1.114 This gentleman, the Prince's near ally, close relative ​ ​ My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt2 fatal, wound1 ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ In my behalf. My reputation stained With Tybalt's slander. Tybalt, that an hour for ​ ​ Hath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate weak ​ And in my temper softened valor's steel! BENVOLIO [re­enters] 3.1.121 ​ ​ 5 O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's ​ dead! ​ That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, risen to heaven ​ ​ Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. soon, leave ​ ​ ​ ​ ROMEO 3.1.124 This day's black fate on more days doth depend: will have consequences ​ ​ 2 1 This but begins the woe others ​ must end. what other days ​ ​ ​ [TYBALT re­enters] ​ ​ BENVOLIO Here comes the furious Tybalt back again! 3.1.126 ROMEO 3.1.127

1 Alive ,​ in triumph! And Mercutio slain! killed ​ ​ ​ Away to heav'n, respective lenity, respectful mercy ​ ​ 1 2 And fire­eyed ​ fury be my conduct now!— fire and ,​ guide ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ Now, Tybalt, take the "villain" back again that insult 3.1.130 ​ ​ ​ Excerpt from Romeo and Juliet, Act 3, Scene 1 ​ ​

That late thou gave'st me, for Mercutio's soul lately ​ ​ Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company! waiting for your soul ​ Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him! go with him to heaven ​ ​ TYBALT 3.1.135 Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, kept company with him here ​ ​ Shalt with him hence! shall be with him from now on ​ ROMEO This shall determine that! 3.1.137 ​ [They fight. Romeo kills Tybalt] BENVOLIO 3.1.138 Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. people are coming, killed ​ ​ ​ Stand not amazed! The Prince will doom thee death dazed, sentence ​ ​ ​ ​ If thou art taken! Hence, be gone, away! go away ​ ​ ROMEO 3.1.142 O, I am Fortune's fool! fate's plaything ​ ​