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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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*Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*

*Tybalt enters with others*

*Enters Romeo*

*Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*

*Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*

*Tybalt runs followed with others*

I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's

retire:

The day is hot, the Capulets

abroad,

And, if we meet, we shall not scape

a brawl;

For now, these hot days, is the mad

blood stirring.



Nay, an there were two such, we should

have none

shortly, for one

would kill the other.

Follow me close, for I will

speak to them.

Gentlemen, good den: a

word with one of you. You

shall find me apt enough to

that, sir, an you

will give me occasion.

And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.

I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Come, sir, your “passado”.

I am for you.

Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!

I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

What, art thou hurt?
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  • I pray thee, good Mercutio, let'sretire:The day is hot, the Capuletsabroad,And, if we meet, we shall not scapea brawl;For now, these hot days, is the madblood stirring.
  • Nay, an there were two such, we should have noneshortly, for one would kill the other.
  • Follow me close, for I willspeak to them. Gentlemen, good den: aword with one of you. Youshall find me apt enough tothat, sir, an you will give me occasion.
  • And but one word with one of us? couple it with something; make it a word and a blow.
  • Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
  • I do protest, I never injured thee, But love thee better than thou canst devise Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.
  • *Enters Mercutio and Benvolio*
  • Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
  • *Tybalt enters with others*
  • Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage. Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
  • *Enters Romeo*
  • I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
  • Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
  • *Mercutio and Tybalt draws their fiddle sticks*
  • Come, sir, your “passado”.
  • I am for you.
  • *Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio, and flies with his followers*
  • What, art thou hurt?
  • *Tybalt runs followed with others*
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