Romeo and Juliet Act 3 Scene 1 Script for Project

Chris: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.
Griffen;Thou art like one of those fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and says “God send me no need of thee!” and, by the operation of the second cup, draws it on the drawer when indeed there is no need.
Chris:Am I like such a fellow?
MERCUTIO Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be moved.
BENVOLIOAnd what to?
MERCUTIONay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou, why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarreling. Thou hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? With another, for tying his new shoes with old ribbon? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling!
BENVOLIOAn I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.
MERCUTIOThe fee simple? O simple!
Enter TYBALT, PETRUCHIO, and other CAPULETSBENVOLIOBy my head, here comes the Capulets.
MERCUTIOBy my heel, I care not.
TYBALTFollow me close, for I will speak to them.Gentlemen, good e’en. A word with one of you.
MERCUTIOAnd but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow.
TYBALTYou shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you will give me occasion.
MERCUTIOCould you not take some occasion without giving?
TYBALTMercutio, thou consort’st with Romeo.
MERCUTIOConsort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick. Here’s that shall make you dance. Zounds, “consort”!
BENVOLIOWe talk here in the public haunt of men.Either withdraw unto some private place,And reason coldly of your grievances,Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.
MERCUTIOMen’s eyes were made to look and let them gaze.I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.
Enter ROMEOTYBALTWell, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.
MERCUTIOBut I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower.Your worship in that sense may call him “man.”
TYBALTRomeo, the love I bear thee can affordNo better term than this: thou art a villain.
ROMEOTybalt, the reason that I have to love theeDoth much excuse the appertaining rageTo such a greeting. Villain am I none.Therefore, farewell. I see thou know’st me not.
Walter:Boy, this shall not excuse the injuriesThat thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.
ROMEOI do protest I never injured thee,But love thee better than thou canst devise,Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.And so, good Capulet—which name I tenderAs dearly as my own—be satisfied.
MERCUTIOO calm dishonourable, vile submission!Alla stoccata carries it away. (draws his sword)Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?
TYBALTWhat wouldst thou have with me?
MERCUTIOGood King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
TYBALTI am for you. (draws his sword)
ROMEOGentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
MERCUTIOCome, sir, your passado.
MERCUTIO and TYBALT fight ROMEO(draws his sword) Draw, Benvolio. Beat down their weapons.Gentlemen, for shame! Forbear this outrage.Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hathForbidden bandying in Verona streets.Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
ROMEO tries to break up the fight. TYBALT reaches under ROMEO’s arm and stabs MERCUTIO. PETRUCHIOLet’s get away, Tybalt.Exeunt TYBALT, PETRUCHIO, and the other CAPULETS
MERCUTIOI am hurt.A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped.Is he gone and hath nothing?
BENVOLIOWhat, art thou hurt?
MERCUTIOAy, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
ROMEOCourage, man. The hurt cannot be much.
MERCUTIONo, ’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 rogue, a villain that fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
ROMEOI thought all for the best.
MERCUTIOHelp 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!(Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO)
ROMEOThis gentleman, the Prince’s near ally,My very friend, hath got his mortal hurtIn my behalf. My reputation stainedWith Tybalt’s slander.—Tybalt, that an hourHath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,Thy beauty hath made me effeminateAnd in my temper softened valor’s steel!
Enter ChrisBENVOLIOO Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead!That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
ROMEOThis day’s black fate on more days doth depend.This but begins the woe others must end.
Enter TYBALT BENVOLIOHere comes the furious Tybalt back again.
ROMEOAlive in triumph—and Mercutio slain!Away to heaven, respective lenity,And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back againThat 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.
TYBALTThou, wretched boy, that didst consort him hereShalt with him hence.
ROMEOThis shall determine thatThey fight and Tybalt falls
BENVOLIORomeo, 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!
ROMEOOh, I am fortune’s fool!
BENVOLIOWhy dost thou stay?
Exit Romeo
Enter CITIZENS OF THE WATCHCITIZEN OF THE WATCHWhich way ran he that killed Mercutio?Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
BENVOLIOThere lies that Tybalt.
CITIZEN OF THE WATCH(to TYBALT) Up, sir, go with me.I charge thee in the Prince’s name, obey.
Enter PRINCE, MONTAGUE, CAPULET, LADY MONTAGUE, LADY CAPULET, and OTHERS
PRINCEWhere are the vile beginners of this fray?
BENVOLIOO noble prince, I can discover allThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
LADY CAPULETTybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!O Prince! O cousin! Husband! Oh, the blood is spilledOf my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin!
PRINCEBenvolio, who began this bloody fray?
BENVOLIOO noble prince, I can discover allThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
LADY CAPULETTybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!O Prince! O cousin! Husband! Oh, the blood is spilledOf my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.O cousin, cousin!
PRINCEBenvolio, who began this bloody fray?
BENVOLIOTybalt here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay.Romeo, that spoke him fair, bade him bethinkHow nice the quarrel was and urged withalYour high displeasure. All this utteredWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed,Could not take truce with the unruly spleenOf Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tiltsWith piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beatsCold death aside and with the other sendsIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,Retorts it. Romeo, he cries aloud,”Hold, friends! Friends, part!” and, swifter than his tongue,His agile arm beats down their fatal points,And ‘twixt them rushes—underneath whose armAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the lifeOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.
BENVOLIOBut by and by comes back to Romeo,Who had but newly entertained revenge,And to ‘t they go like lightning, for ere ICould draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain.And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
LADY CAPULETHe is a kinsman to the Montague.Affection makes him false. He speaks not true.Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,And all those twenty could but kill one life.I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give.Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live
PRINCERomeo slew him; he slew Mercutio.Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
MONTAGUENot Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio’s friend.His fault concludes but what the law should end,The life of Tybalt.
PRINCE And for that offenceImmediately we do exile him hence.I have an interest in your hearts’ proceeding.My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fineThat you shall all repent the loss of mine.I will be deaf to pleading and excuses.Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste,Else, when he’s found, that hour is his last.Bear hence this body and attend our will.Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.Exit

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