MERCUTIO: I'm hurt. May a plague curse both your families! I'm finished. Did he get away clean?
BENVOLIO: What, you're hurt?
MERCUTIO: Yes, it's a scratch, just a scratch, but it's enough.
Where's my page? Go, boy, get me a doctor.
ROMEO: Courage, man, the wound can't be that bad.
MERCUTIO: No, it's not as deep as a well or as wide as a church door, but it'll do the job. Ask for me tomorrow, and you'll find me a grave man. I'm done for in this world.
A plague on both your houses!
God, that that dog, that mouse, that cat could scratch me to death! That braggart! That villain who duels like he's doing arithmetic!
Why the hell did you come between us? He struck me from under your arm.
ROMEO: I...thought it was the right thing to do...