SCENE. VI. The MONASTERY. Enter Friar LAURENCE and ROMEO. Fri. That after-hours of sorrow chide us not! O smile the heavens upon this holy act, Rom. Amen, amen, but come what sorrow can, Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, And in the taste confounds the appetite : Enter JULIET. Here comes the lady. O so light a foot Jul. God-even to my ghostly confessor. Fri. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Jul. Conceit more rich in matter than in words, For, by your leaves you shall not stay alone, [Exeunt. ACT. I The STREET. Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, and Servants. BENVOLIO. PRAY thee good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capulet's abroad; And, if we meet, we shall not 'scape a brawl. Mer. Thou art like one of these fellows, that when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God send me no need of thee; and by the operation of a second cup, draws it on the drawer when indeed, there is no need. Ben. Am I like such a fellow? Mer. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy; an' there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less in his head than thou hast thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hazel eyes; thou hast quarrel'd with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a taylor for wearing his new doublet before Easter; with another, for tying his shoes with old ribbands! and yet thou wilt tutor me for quarrelling! Ben. If I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Enter TIBALT, PETRUCHIO, and others. Ben. By my head, here come the capulets. Tib. Be near at hand, for I will speak to them: Mer. And but one word with one of us? couple it with something, make it a word and a blow. Tib. You shall find me apt enough to that Sir, if you will give me occasion. Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving? Tib. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo. Mer. Consort? what dost thou make us minstrels ! if thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddle-stick, here's that shall make you dance, zounds! consort? [Laying his hand on his sword. Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of man : Either withdraw into some private place, Or reason coolly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gazes on us. Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze, I will not budge for one man's pleasure, I. Enter ROMEO. Tib. Well, peace be with you, Sir, here comes my man. Rom. Tibalt the reason that I have to love thee, Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Ha! la stoccata carries it away-Tibalt-you rat-catcher. Tib. What would thou have with me? Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal: will you pluck your sword out of his pilchar by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears, ere it be out. Tib. I am for you, Sir Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. [Drawing. 'Mer. Come, Sir, your passado. [Mer. and Tib. fight. Rom. Draw, Benovolio-beat down their weaponsGentlemen-for shame forbear this outrage Hold Tibalt, good Mercutio Mer. I am hurt A plague of both your houses! I am sped: [Exit Tibalt. Ben Ben. What, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch, marry, 'tis enough: Go, fetch a surgeon. 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, 'twill serve: I am pepper'd, I warrant, for this world a plague of 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! I have it, and soundly too: plague o' both your houses! [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. SCENE II. Rom. T My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt HIS gentleman, the prince's near ally In my behalf; my reputation's stain'd Enter BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead, Enter TIBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tibalt back again. Rom. Alive? in triumph? and Mercutio slain? Away to heav'n, respective lenity, And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! Now, Tibalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gav'st me: for Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, And thou or I must keep him company. Tib. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence, Rom. Rom. This shall determine that. [They fight, Tibalt falls. Ben. Romeo, away, begone; The citizens are up, and Tibalt slain Stand not amaz'd; the prince will doom thee death, Tet If thou art taken; hence, begone, away. Rom. O! I am fortune's fool. SCENE. III. [Exit Romeo. Enter PRINCE, MOUNTAGUE, CAPUTET, citizens, etc. Prince. WHERE are the vile beginners of this fray? The unlucky manage of this fatal quarrel; Of Cap. Unhappy sight! alas, the blood is spill'd Ben. Tibalt, here slain; Romeo bespoke him fair, bid him bethink With gentle breath, calm looks, knees humbly bow'd, 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 Tibalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tibalt fled; And |