heeres my fiddlesticke, heeres that fhall make you daunce: zounds confort. Ben. We talke here in the publike haunt of men: Either withdraw vnto fome priuate place, Or reafon coldly of your greuances : Or elfe depart, here all eies gaze on vs. Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no mans pleasure I. Enter Romeo. Ti. Well peace be with you fir, here comes my man: Tyb. Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord Ro. Tibalt, the reason that I haue to loue thee, But loue thee better then thou canst deuife: Mer. O calme, difhonourable, vile fubmiffion : Tibalt, you ratcatcher, will you walke? Ti. What woulds thou haue with me? M. Good king of cats, no thing but one of your nine liues, VOL. IV. I that that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall vfe me hereafter dry beate the reft of the eight. fword out of his pilcher by the cares? be about your eares ere it be out. Ti. I am for you. Will you pluck your make haft, leaft mine Ro. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier vp. Ro. Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons, Tibalt, Mercutio, the prince exprefly hath Hold Tibalt, good Mercutio. Away Tybalt. Mer. I am hurt. A plague a both houses, I am fped, Is he gone and hath nothing? Ben. What art thou hurt? Mer. I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry tis inough, Where is my page? goe villaine fetch a furgeon. 1 Ro. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No tis not fo deepe as a well, nor fo wide as a church doore, but tis inough, twill ferue: afke for me to morrow, I am peppered I warrant, and fhall find me a graue man. you for this world, a plague a both your houses, founds a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat to scratch a man to death, a braggart, a rogue, a villaine, that fights by the booke of arithmetick, why the deu'le came you betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme. Ro. I thought all for the best. Mer. Helpe me into fome houfe Benuolio, Or I fhall faint, a plague a both your houses. They They haue made wormes meat of me, Ro. This gentleman the princes neare alie, Enter Benuolio. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio is dead. That gallant fpirit hath afpir'd the cloudes, Which too vntimely here did fcorne the earth. Ro. This daies blacke fate, on mo daies doth depend, This but begins, the wo others must end. Ben. Here comes the furious Tibalt backe againe, Ro. He gon in triumph and Mercutio flaine, Away to heauen refpectiue lenitie, And fier and fury, be my conduct now, Either thou or I, or both, muft goe with him, Ti. Thou wretched boy that didit confort him here, Shalt with him hence. Ro. This fhall determine that. They fight. Tibalt falles.) Ben. Romeo, away be gone : I 2 Exit. Stand Stand not amazed, the prince will doome thee death, Ro. O I am fortunes foole. Ben. Why dost thou stay? Exit Romeo. Enter Citizens. Citi. Which way ran he that kild Mercutio? Tibalt that murtherer, which way ran he? Benu. There lies that Tibalt. Citi. Vp fir go with me : I charge thee in the princes name obey. Enter prince, old Mountague, Capulet, their wiues and all. Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Capu. Wi. Tibalt my cozin, O my brothers child, Prin. Benuolio, who began this fray? Ben. Tibalt here flaine, whom Romeos hand did flay, Romeo that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke How nice the quarrell was, and vrg'd withall Your high displeasure all this vttered. With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bowed Of Tybalt deafe to peace, but that he tilts Who Who all as hot, turnes deadly point to point, Retorts it, Romeo he cries aloud, Hold friends, friends part, and fwifter then his tongue, But by and by comes backe to Romeo, This is the truth, or let Benuolio die. Ca. Wi. He is a kinfman to the Mountague, Prin. Romeo flew him, he flew Mercutio, Prin. And for that offence, Immediately we doe exile him hence : I haue an interest in your hearts proceeding. That you fhall all repent the loffe of mine. |