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TYBALT It fits when such a villain is a guest.
75I’ll not endure him.
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TYBALT It’s the right way to act when a villain like him shows
up. I won’t tolerate him.
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CAPULET He shall be endured.
What, goodman boy! I say, he shall. Go to.
Am I the master here, or you? Go to.
You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul,
You’ll make a mutiny among my guests.
80You will set cock-a-hoop. You’ll be the man!
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CAPULET You will tolerate him. What, little
man? I say you will. What the—Am I the boss here or you?
What the—You won’t tolerate him! God help me!
You’ll start a riot among my guests! There will be chaos!
It will be your fault, you’ll be the rabble-rouser!
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TYBALT Why, uncle, ’tis a shame.
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TYBALT But, uncle, we’re being disrespected.
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CAPULET Go
to, go to.
You are a saucy boy. Is ’t so, indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.
You must contrary me. Marry, ’tis time.—
85Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox, go.
Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For
shame!
I’ll make you quiet.—What, cheerly, my
hearts!
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CAPULET Go on, go on. You’re an insolent little boy. Is that how
it is, really? This stupidity will come back to bite you. I know
what I’ll do. You have to contradict me, do you?
I’ll teach you a lesson.
(to
the
GUESTS) Well done, my dear guests!
(to
TYBALT) You’re a punk, get
away. Keep your mouth shut, or else—
(to
SERVINGMEN) more light, more light!
(to
TYBALT) You should be ashamed.
’ll shut you up.
(to the guests) Keep having fun, my
dear friends!
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Music plays again, and the guests dance
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The music plays again, and the guests
dance
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TYBALT Patience perforce with willful choler meeting
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
90I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.
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TYBALT The combination of forced patience and pure rage is making my body
tremble. I’ll leave here now, but Romeo’s prank,
which seems so sweet to him now, will turn bitter to him
later.
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Exit TYBALT
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TYBALT exits.
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