MERCUTIO: Your head's as full of fights as an egg is of yolk, but your head's been scrambled from so much fighting. You've quarreled with a man who coughed in the street because he woke up your dog!
Didn't you argue with your tailor for wearing his new doublet before the proper season?
And with another for using old laces to tie his new shoes?
...And yet you're the one who wants to teach me restraint!
BENVOLIO: If I were as hot for a fight as you, you could have my short life for cheap.
MERCUTIO: Your life? That's ridiculous.
BENVOLIO: By my head, it's the Capulets.
MERCUTIO: By my heel, I care not.
TYBALT: Follow me closely. I'll talk to them.