Romeo and Juliet

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 3 Scene 1

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MERCUTIO

20Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick. Here’s that shall make you dance. Zounds, “consort”!

MERCUTIO

“Hang out?” Who do you think we are, musicians in a band? If we look like musicians to you, you can expect to hear nothing but noise. (touching the blade of his sword) This is my fiddlestick. I’ll use it to make you dance. Goddammit—“Hang out!”

BENVOLIO

We talk here in the public haunt of men.
Either withdraw unto some private place,
And reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.

BENVOLIO

We’re talking here in a public place. Either go someplace private, or talk it over rationally, or else just go away. Out here everybody can see us.

MERCUTIO

25Men’s eyes were made to look and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.

MERCUTIO

Men’s eyes were made to see things, so let them watch. I won’t move to please anybody.
Enter ROMEO
ROMEO enters.

TYBALT

Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.

TYBALT

Well, may peace be with you. Here comes my man, the man I’m looking for.

MERCUTIO

But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.
Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower.
30Your worship in that sense may call him “man.”

MERCUTIO

He’s not your man. Alright, walk out into a field, and he’ll chase you. In that sense you can call him your “man.”

TYBALT

Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain.

TYBALT

Romeo, there’s only one thing I can call you. You’re a villain.

ROMEO

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
35To such a greeting. Villain am I none.
Therefore, farewell. I see thou know’st me not.

ROMEO

Tybalt, I have a reason to love you that lets me put aside the rage I should feel and excuse that insult. I am no villain. So, goodbye. I can tell that you don’t know who I am.

TYBALT

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.

TYBALT

Boy, your words can’t excuse the harm you’ve done to me. So now turn and draw your sword.