| TYBALT: Romeo, the love I bear thee can affordNo better term than this: thou art a villain | ROMEO: Tybalt, the reason I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting. Villain am I none.Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not |
| TYBALT: Boy, this shall not excuse the injuriesThat thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw. | ROMEO: I do protest I never injured theeBut love thee better than thou canst deviseTill thou shalt know the reason of my love.And so, good Capulet, which name I tenderAs dearly as mine own, be satisfied. |
| TYBALT: I am for you. | ROMEO: Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. |
| MERCUTIO: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.Where is my page? —Go, villian, fetch a surgeon. | ROMEO: Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much. |
| MERCUTIO: No, tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, 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 rouge, a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. | ROMEO: I thought all for the best. |
| MERCUTIO: 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! | ROMEO: 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 hour Hath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet,Thy beauty hath made me effeminateAnd in my temper softened valor’s steel. |
| BENVOLIO: O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead.That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. | ROMEO: This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.This but begins the woe others must end. |
| BENVOLIO: Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. | ROMEO: Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain!Away to heaven, respective lenity,And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.—Now, Tybalt, take the “villian” 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. |
| TYBALT: Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,Shalt with him hence. | ROMEO: This shall determine that. |
| BENVOLIO: Romeo, away, begone!The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.Stand not amazed. The Prince will doom thee to deathIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away. | ROMEO: O, I am Fortune’s fool! |
Romeo and Juliet Act 3 Scene 1
September 2, 2019