Romeo And Juleit
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- Good king of cats, nothing but one of yournine lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, asyou shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will yo pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
- I am for you
- Gentlemen, for shame forbear this outrage!Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince expressly hathForbid this bandying in Verona streets.Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
- Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
- I am hurt.A plague o’ both houses! I am sped.Is he gone and hath nothing?
- What, art thou hurt?
- 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!
- This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,My very friend, hath got this mortal hurtIn my behalf. My reputation stainedWith Tybalt’s slander—Tybalt, that an hourHath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet,Thy beauty hath made me effeminateAnd in my temper softened valor’s steel.
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