FATHER LAWRENCE: These violent
delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die; like fire
and powder, which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey is
loathsome in it's own deliciousness. Therefore love moderatley.
Romeo, shall thank thee daughter for us both.
BENVOLIO: I pray thee good Mercutio
let's retire. The day is hot. the Capel's are abroad, And if we
meet we shall not 'scape a brawl, for in these hot day is the
mad blood stirring.
MERCUTIO: Keep away the cats!
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 the second
cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
BENVOLIO: Am I like Such a fellow?
MERCUTIO: Thou art as hot a Jack
in thy mood as any in Verona.
BENVOLIO: By my head here come
the Capulets.
MERCUTIO: By my heel, I care not.
TYBALT: Follow me close. Gentlemen,
gooday. A word with one of you?
MERCUTIO: OH, and but one word
with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a...a
blow.
TYBALT: You shall find me apt
enough to that, sir. And you will give me occasion.
MERCUTIO: Could you not take some
occasion without giving?
TYBALT: Mercutio! Thou art consortest
with Romeo?
MERCUTIO: Consort? What does thou
make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us look to hear nothing
of discords. Here's my fiddlestick. Here's that shall make you
dance! Zounds, Consort!
BENVOLIO: Either withdraw unto
some private place, or reason coldly of your grievences, or else
depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.
MERCUTIO: Men's eyes were made
to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure,
I.
TYBALT: Peace be with you sir,
Here comes my man.
ROMEO: MERCUTIO!
TYBALT: ROMEO! The love I bear
thee can afford no better term than this. Thou art a villain!
ROMEO: Tybalt, the reason that
I have to love thee doth much exuse the appertaning rage to such
a greeting: villiain am I not. Therefore farwell. I see thou Knowest
me not.
TYBALT: Boy this shall not exuse
the injuries that thou has done me! Turn and Draw! Turn and draw!
Turn and draw! Turn and draw! Turn and draw!
ROMEO: I do protest I never injured
thee, but love thee better than thou cans't devise. till thou
shall know the reason of my love. And so good Capulet who's name
I tender as dearly as mine own, Be satisfied. Be satisfied.
MERCUTIO: Calm, Dishonorable,
Vile Submission! Thou art my souls hate! Tybalt! You ratcatcher,
will you walk?
TYBALT: What wouldst thou have
with me?
MERCUTIO: Good king of cat's,
nothing but one of your nine lives.
TYBALT: I am for you.
ROMEO: Forbear this outrage, good
Mercutio.
BENVOLIO: Art thou hurt?
MERCUTIO: Ay, ay, a scratch, a
scratch. A scratch! Ay, a scratch, a scratch. HA HA HA.
ROMEO: Courage man, the hurt can
not be much.
MERCUTIO: 'Twill serve. Ask for
me tomarrow and you shall find me a grave man. A plague o' both
your houses. They have made worms meat of me. A plague on both
your Houses! Why the devil did you come between us? I was hurt
under your arm.
