Enter Romeo.
Tybalt
Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man.
Mercutio
But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.
Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;
Your worship in that sense may call him man.
Tybalt
Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: Thou art a villain.
Romeo
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting. Villain am I none;
Therefore farewell; I see thou know’st me not.
Tybalt
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.
Romeo
I do protest I never injur’d thee,
But 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 mine own, be satisfied.
Mercutio
O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
[Draws.] Alla stoccata carries it away.
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
Tybalt
What wouldst thou have with me?
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.
Tybalt
[Drawing.] I am for you.
Romeo
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
Mercutio
Come, sir, your passado.
[They fight.]
Romeo
Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage,
Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath
Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
[Exeunt Tybalt with his Partizans.]
Mercutio
I am hurt.
A plague o’ both your houses. I am sped.
Is he gone, and hath nothing?