And buy one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow.
Followme close, for i willspeak to them.Gentlemen, good eén, Aword with one of you.
But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wearyour livery. Marry, go before tofield, he'll be your follower. Yourworship in that sense may call him"man"
Well, peace be withyou, sir. Herecomes my man.
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love these Doth muvh excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting, Villain am I none, Therebefore, farewell, I see thou know`st me not.
Romeo, the love I bear theecan affordNo better term than this: thouart a villain.
Boy, this shall not excusethe injuriesThat thou hast doneme. Therebefore turn and draw
Draw, Benvolio, Beat down their weapons,Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear thisoutrage.Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hathForbidden bandying in Verona streets,Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
they fight*
Away, Tybalt
Courage, man. Thehurt cannot bemuch.
No, 'tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as achurch-door, but 'tis enough, "twill serve, Ask forme tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man, Iam peppered, I warrant, for this world, A plague o'both your houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, aeat to scratch a man to death! A braggart, a rogue,a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! Whythe devil came you between us? I was hurt underyour arm.
I thought allfor the best
Help me into some house, Benvolio,Or I shall faint. A plague o' both yourhouses!They have made worms' meat of me, Ihave it,And soundly too. Your houses!