Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Mer. O calın, dishonourable, vile submission! Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? Tyb. What would'st thou have with me? [Drazes. 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 fword out of his pilcher by the ears? make hafte, left mine be about your ears ere it be out. Tyb. I am for you. Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Mer. Come, fir, your paffado. Rom. Draw, Benvolio; [drawing. [They fight. Beat down their weapons :-Gentlemen, for fhame The prince exprefsly hath forbid this bandying In Verona streets :-hold, Tybalt ;-good Mercutio. [Exeunt TYBALT and his Partizans. Mer. I am hurt ; A plague A plague o' both the houses!-I am sped :— Ben. What, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.Where is my page ?-go, villain, fetch a furgeon. I am pep [Exit Page. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 'tis not fo deep as a well, nor fo wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. per'd, I warrant, for this world :— —A plague o' both your · houses!-'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to fcratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetick!-Why, the devil, came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. Rom. I thought all for the best. Mer. Help me into fome house, Benvolio, I have it, and foundly too :-Your houses! [Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO. Rom. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, Re-enter BENVOLIO. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead; Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. Re-enter TYBALT. Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!— Either thou, or I, or both, muft go with him. Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. This fhall determine that. [They fight; TYBALT falls. Ben. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain : Stand not amaz'd :—the prince will doom thee death, If thou art taken :-hence!-be gone!-away! Rom. O! I am fortune's fool! Ben. Why dost thou stay? [[Exit ROMEO. Enter Citizens, &c. 1. Cit. Which way ran he, that kill'd Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Ben. There lies that Tybalt. Up, fir, go 1. Cit. I charge thee in the prince's name, obey. Enter Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Prince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? La. Cap. Tybalt, my cousin!-O my brother's child! Prin. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here flain, whom Romeo's hand did flay;. Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Your high displeasure :-All this-uttered With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,- Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold, friends! friends, part! and, fwifter than his tongue, E 3 And |