Romeo and Juliet

by: William Shakespeare

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ROMEO

I do protest I never injured thee,
40But love thee better than thou canst devise,
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.
And so, good Capulet—which name I tender
As dearly as my own—be satisfied.

ROMEO

I disagree. I’ve never done you harm. I love you more than you can understand until you know the reason why I love you. And so, good Capulet—which is a name I love like my own name—you should be satisfied with what I say.

MERCUTIO

O calm dishonourable, vile submission!
45 Alla stoccata carries it away. (draws his sword)
Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?

MERCUTIO

This calm submission is dishonorable and vile. The thrust of a sword will end this surrender. (draws his sword)Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you go fight me?

TYBALT

What wouldst thou have with me?

TYBALT

What do you want from me?

MERCUTIO

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 sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

MERCUTIO

Good King of Cats, I want to take one of your nine lives. I’ll take one, and, depending on how you treat me after that, I might beat the other eight out of you too. Will you pull your sword out of its sheath? Hurry up, or I’ll smack you on the ears with my sword before you have yours drawn.

TYBALT

I am for you. (draws his sword)

TYBALT

I’ll fight you. (he draws his sword)

ROMEO

50Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

ROMEO

Noble Mercutio, put your sword away.

MERCUTIO

Come, sir, your passado.

MERCUTIO

(to TYBALT) Come on, sir, perform your forward thrust, your passado.
MERCUTIO and TYBALT fight
MERCUTIO and TYBALT fight

ROMEO

(draws his sword) Draw, Benvolio. Beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage.
Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath
55Forbidden bandying in Verona streets.
Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
(drawing his sword) Draw your sword, Benvolio. Let’s beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, stop this disgraceful fight. Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince has banned fighting in the streets of Verona. Stop, Tybalt. Stop, good Mercutio.