TYBALT: Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'd like a word with one of you.
MERCUTIO: Just one word with one of us? Combine it with something else. Make it a word and a blow.
TYBALT: You'll find me ready enough to do that sir, if you give me a reason.
MERCUTIO: Can you not find a reason without me giving you one?
TYBALT: Mercutio, you consort with Romeo.
MERCUTIO: "Consort?!?"* What, do you make us out to be common players?
If we look like musicians to you, then expect to hear nothing but noise.
*”Consort"="associate with" but also "play in a band"