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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.
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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.
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MERCUTIO O calm dishonourable, vile submission!
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Alla stoccata carries it away.
(draws his sword)
Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?
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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?
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TYBALT What wouldst thou have with me?
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TYBALT What do you want from me?
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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.
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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.
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TYBALT I am for you.
(draws his
sword)
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TYBALT I’ll fight you.
(he draws his
sword)
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ROMEO
50Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
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ROMEO Noble Mercutio, put your sword away.
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MERCUTIO Come, sir, your passado.
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MERCUTIO
(to
TYBALT) Come on, sir, perform your
forward thrust, your passado.
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MERCUTIO and
TYBALT fight
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MERCUTIO and TYBALT
fight
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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!
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(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.
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