No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a churchdoor; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow,and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered,I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses!'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights bythe book of arithmetic! Why the devilcame you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
I thought all for the best.
Help me into some house, Benvolio,Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!They have made worms' meat of me. I have it,And soundly too. Your houses!
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend;This but begins the woe others must end.
Mercutio saying its not that bad.
Alive in triumph and Mercutio slain!Away to heaven respective lenity,And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again,That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soulIs but a little way above our heads,Staying for thine to keep him company.Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.
Mercutio was slain by Tybalt.
Romeo wants to fight Tybalt out of anger.
Romeo, away, be gone!The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.Stand not amazed. The prince will doom thee deathIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!
This shall determine that.
They are about to fight for Mercutio's death.
They fight.
Romeo kills Tybalt out of anger.
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