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The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. A Louer may bestride the Gossamours, That ydles in the wanton Summer ayre, And yet not fall, so light is vanitie. Iul.
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Good euen to my ghostly Confessor.
Fri. Romeo shall thanke thee Daughter for vs both. Iul. As much to him, else in his thanks too much. Fri. Ah Iuliet, if the measure of thy ioy Be heapt like mine, and that thy skill be more
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To blason it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour ayre, and let rich musickes tongue, Vnfold the imagin'd happinesse that both Receiue in either, by this deere encounter.
Iul. Conceit more rich in matter then in words,
[1380]
Brags of his substance, not of Ornament: They are but beggers that can count their worth, But my true Loue is growne to such such excesse, I cannot sum vp some of halfe my wealth.
Fri. Come, come with me, & we will make short worke,
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For by your leaues, you shall not stay alone, Till holy Church incorporate two in one.
[Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Mercutio, Benuolio, and men. Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, The day is hot, the Capulets abroad:

And if we meet, we shal not scape a brawle, for now these

[1390]

hot dayes, is the mad blood stirring.

Mer.

Thou art like one of these fellowes, that when he

enters the confines of a Tauerne, claps me his Sword vpon

the Table, and sayes, God send me no need of thee: and by

the operation of the second cup, drawes him on the Draw­

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er, when indeed there is no need.

Ben.

Am I like such a Fellow?

Mer.

Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood,

as any in Italie: and assoone moued to be moodie, and as­

soone moodie to be mou'd.

Ben.
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And what too?

Mer.

Nay, and there were two such, we should haue

none shortly, for one would kill the other: thou, why thou

wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire

lesse in his beard, then thou hast: thou wilt quarrell with a

[1405]

man for cracking Nuts, hauing no other reason, but be­

cause thou hast hasell eyes: what eye, but such an eye,

would spie out such a quarrell? thy head is full of quar­

rels, as an egge is full of meat, and yet thy head hath bin

beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling: thou hast quar­

[1410]

rel'd with a man for coffing in the street, because he hath

wakened thy Dog that hath laine asleepe in the Sun. Did'st

thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doub­

let before Easter? with another, for tying his new shooes

with old Riband, and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quar­

[1415]

relling?

Ben.

And I were so apt to quarell as thou art, any man

should buy the Fee‑simple of my life, for an houre and a

quarter.

Mer.

The Fee‑simple ? O simple.

Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others. Ben.
[1420]

By my head here comes the Capulets.

Mer.

By my heele I care not.

Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speake to them. Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you. Mer.

And but one word with one of vs? couple it with

[1425]

something, make it a word and a blow.

Tib.

You shall find me apt inough to that sir, and you

will giue me occasion.

Mercu.

Could you not take some occasion without

giuing?

Tib.
[1430]
Mercutio thou consort'st with Romeo.

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Mer.

Consort? what dost thou make vs Minstrels? &

thou make Minstrels of vs, looke to heare nothing but dis­

cords: heere's my fiddlesticke, heere's that shall make you

daunce. Come consort.

Ben.
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We talke here in the publike haunt of men: Either withdraw vnto some priuate place, Or reason coldly of your greeuances: Or else depart, here all eies gaze on vs.
Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze.
[1440]
I will not budge for no mans pleasure I.
Enter Romeo. Tib. Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man. Mer. But Ile be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery: Marry go before to field, heele be your follower, Your worship in that sense, may call him man. Tib.
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Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord No better terme then this: Thou art a Villaine.
Rom. Tibalt, the reason that I haue to loue thee, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: Villaine am I none;
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Therefore farewell, I see thou know'st me not.
Tib. Boy, this shall not excuse the iniuries That thou hast done me, therefore turne and draw. Rom. I do protest I neuer iniur'd thee, But lou'd thee better then thou can'st deuise:
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Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue, And so good Capulet, which name I tender As dearely as my owne, be satisfied.
Mer. O calme, dishonourable, vile submission: Alla stucatho carries it away.
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Tybalt, you Rat‑catcher, will you walke?
Tib. What wouldst thou haue with me? Mer.

Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine

liues, that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall

vse me hereafter dry beate the rest of the eight. Will you

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pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares? Make

hast, least mine be about your eares ere it be out.

Tib.

I am for you.

Rom.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier vp.

Mer.

Come sir, your Passado.

Rom.
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Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons: Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage, Tibalt, Mercutio, the Prince expresly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streetes. Hold Tybalt, good Mercutio.
Exit Tybalt. Mer.
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I am hurt. A plague a both the Houses, I am sped: Is he gone and hath nothing?
Ben. What art thou hurt? Mer. I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry 'tis inough,
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Where is my Page? go Villaine fetch a Surgeon.
Rom. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much. Mer.

No: 'tis not so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a

Church doore, but 'tis inough, 'twill serue: aske for me to

morrow, and you shall find me a graue man. I am pepper'd

[1485]

I warrant, for this world: a plague a both your houses.

What, a Dog, a Rat, a Mouse, a Cat to scratch a man to

death: a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine, that fights by the

booke of Arithmeticke, why the deu'le came you be­

tweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme.

Rom.
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I thought all for the best.
Mer. Helpe me into some house Benuolio, Or I shall faint: a plague a both your houses. They haue made wormes meat of me, I

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[Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Mercutio, Benuolio, and men. Ben. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, The day is hot, the Capulets abroad:

And if we meet, we shal not scape a brawle, for now these

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hot dayes, is the mad blood stirring.

Mer.

Thou art like one of these fellowes, that when he

enters the confines of a Tauerne, claps me his Sword vpon

the Table, and sayes, God send me no need of thee: and by

the operation of the second cup, drawes him on the Draw­

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er, when indeed there is no need.

Ben.

Am I like such a Fellow?

Mer.

Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood,

as any in Italie: and assoone moued to be moodie, and as­

soone moodie to be mou'd.

Ben.
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And what too?

Mer.

Nay, and there were two such, we should haue

none shortly, for one would kill the other: thou, why thou

wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire

lesse in his beard, then thou hast: thou wilt quarrell with a

[1405]

man for cracking Nuts, hauing no other reason, but be­

cause thou hast hasell eyes: what eye, but such an eye,

would spie out such a quarrell? thy head is full of quar­

rels, as an egge is full of meat, and yet thy head hath bin

beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling: thou hast quar­

[1410]

rel'd with a man for coffing in the street, because he hath

wakened thy Dog that hath laine asleepe in the Sun. Did'st

thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doub­

let before Easter? with another, for tying his new shooes

with old Riband, and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quar­

[1415]

relling?

Ben.

And I were so apt to quarell as thou art, any man

should buy the Fee‑simple of my life, for an houre and a

quarter.

Mer.

The Fee‑simple ? O simple.

Enter Tybalt, Petruchio, and others. Ben.
[1420]

By my head here comes the Capulets.

Mer.

By my heele I care not.

Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speake to them. Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you. Mer.

And but one word with one of vs? couple it with

[1425]

something, make it a word and a blow.

Tib.

You shall find me apt inough to that sir, and you

will giue me occasion.

Mercu.

Could you not take some occasion without

giuing?

Tib.
[1430]
Mercutio thou consort'st with Romeo.
Mer.

Consort? what dost thou make vs Minstrels? &

thou make Minstrels of vs, looke to heare nothing but dis­

cords: heere's my fiddlesticke, heere's that shall make you

daunce. Come consort.

Ben.
[1435]
We talke here in the publike haunt of men: Either withdraw vnto some priuate place, Or reason coldly of your greeuances: Or else depart, here all eies gaze on vs.
Mer. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze.
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I will not budge for no mans pleasure I.
Enter Romeo. Tib. Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man. Mer. But Ile be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery: Marry go before to field, heele be your follower, Your worship in that sense, may call him man. Tib.
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Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord No better terme then this: Thou art a Villaine.
Rom. Tibalt, the reason that I haue to loue thee, Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: Villaine am I none;
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Therefore farewell, I see thou know'st me not.
Tib. Boy, this shall not excuse the iniuries That thou hast done me, therefore turne and draw. Rom. I do protest I neuer iniur'd thee, But lou'd thee better then thou can'st deuise:
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Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue, And so good Capulet, which name I tender As dearely as my owne, be satisfied.
Mer. O calme, dishonourable, vile submission: Alla stucatho carries it away.
[1460]
Tybalt, you Rat‑catcher, will you walke?
Tib. What wouldst thou haue with me? Mer.

Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine

liues, that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall

vse me hereafter dry beate the rest of the eight. Will you

[1465]

pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares? Make

hast, least mine be about your eares ere it be out.

Tib.

I am for you.

Rom.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier vp.

Mer.

Come sir, your Passado.

Rom.
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Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons: Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage, Tibalt, Mercutio, the Prince expresly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streetes. Hold Tybalt, good Mercutio.
Exit Tybalt. Mer.
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I am hurt. A plague a both the Houses, I am sped: Is he gone and hath nothing?
Ben. What art thou hurt? Mer. I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry 'tis inough,
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Where is my Page? go Villaine fetch a Surgeon.
Rom. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much. Mer.

No: 'tis not so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a

Church doore, but 'tis inough, 'twill serue: aske for me to

morrow, and you shall find me a graue man. I am pepper'd

[1485]

I warrant, for this world: a plague a both your houses.

What, a Dog, a Rat, a Mouse, a Cat to scratch a man to

death: a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine, that fights by the

booke of Arithmeticke, why the deu'le came you be­

tweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme.

Rom.
[1490]
I thought all for the best.
Mer. Helpe me into some house Benuolio, Or I shall faint: a plague a both your houses. They haue made wormes meat of me, I haue it, and soundly to your Houses. Exit. Rom.
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This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie, My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt In my behalfe, my reputation stain'd With Tibalts slaunder, Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my Cozin: O Sweet Iuliet,
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Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate, And in my temper softned Valours steele.
Enter Benuolio. Ben. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio's is dead, That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes, Which too vntimely here did scorne the earth. Rom.
[1505]
This daies blacke Fate, on mo daies doth depend, This but begins, the wo others must end.
Enter Tybalt. Ben. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe. Rom. He gon in triumph, and Mercutio slaine? Away to heauen respectiue Lenitie,
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And fire and Fury, be my conduct now. Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe That late thou gau'st me, for Mercutios soule Is but a little way aboue our heads, Staying for thine to keepe him companie:
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Either thou or I, or both, must goe with him.
Tib. Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence. Rom. This shall determine that. They fight. Tybalt falles. Ben. Romeo, away be gone:
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The Citizens are vp, and Tybalt slaine, Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will Doome thee death If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away.
Rom. O! I am Fortunes foole. Ben. Why dost thou stay? Exit Romeo. Enter Citizens. Citi.
[1525]
Which way ran he that kild Mercutio? Tibalt that Murtherer, which way ran he?
Ben. There lies that Tybalt. Citi. Vp sir go with me: I charge thee in the Princes names obey. Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their Wiues and all. Prin.
[1530]
Where are the vile beginners of this Fray?
Ben. O Noble Prince, I can discouer all The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall: There lies the man slaine by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman braue Mercutio. Cap. Wi.
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Tybalt, my Cozin? O my Brothers Child, O Prince, O Cozin, Husband, O the blood is spild Of my deare kinsman. Prince as thou art true, For bloud of ours, shed bloud of Mountague. O Cozin, Cozin.
Prin.
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Benuolio, who began this Fray?
Ben. Tybalt here slaine, whom Romeo's hand slay, Romeo that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke How nice the Quarrell was, and vrg'd withall Your high displeasure: all this vttered,
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With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bow'd Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene Of Tybalts deafe to peace, but that he Tilts With Peircing steele at bold Mercutio's breast, Who all as hot, turnes deadly point to point,
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And with a Martiall scorne, with one hand beates Cold death aside, and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold Friends, Friends part, and swifter then his tongue,
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His aged arme beats downe their fatall points, And twixt them rushes, vnderneath whose arme, An enuious thrust from Tybalt, hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled. But by and by comes backe to Romeo,
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Who had but newly entertained Reuenge, And too't they goe like lightning, for ere I Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slaine: And as he fell, did Romeo turne and flie: This is the truth, or let Benuolio die.
Cap. Wi.
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He is a kinsman to the Mountague, Affection makes him false, he speakes not true: Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for Iustice, which thou Prince must giue:
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Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not liue.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio, Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe. Cap. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutios Friend, His fault concludes, but what the law should end,
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The life of Tybalt.
Prin. And for that offence, Immediately we doe exile him hence: I haue an interest in your hearts proceeding: My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding.
[1580]
But Ile Amerce you with so strong a fine, That you shall all repent the losse of mine. It will be deafe to pleading and excuses, Nor teares, nor prayers shall purchase our abuses. Therefore vse none, let Romeo hence in hast,
[1585]
Else when he is found, that houre is his last. Beare hence his body, and attend our will: Mercy not Murders, pardoning those that kill.
Exeunt.
 

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      <p n="1419">The Fee‑simple<c rend="italic">?</c>O simple.</p>
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   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tyb.</speaker>
      <l n="1422">Follow me close, for I will speake to them.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
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   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <l n="1441">Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="1442">But Ile be hang'd sir if he weare your Liuery:</l>
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         <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>, the loue I beare thee, can affoord</l>
      <l n="1446">No better terme then this: Thou art a Villaine.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <l n="1451">Boy, this shall not excuse the iniuries</l>
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   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1453">I do protest I neuer iniur'd thee,</l>
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      <l n="1455">Till thou shalt know the reason of my loue,</l>
      <l n="1456">And so good<hi rend="italic">Capulet</hi>, which name I tender</l>
      <l n="1457">As dearely as my owne, be satisfied.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="1458">O calme, dishonourable, vile submission:</l>
      <l n="1459">
         <hi rend="italic">Alla stucatho</hi>carries it away.</l>
      <l n="1460">
         <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>, you Rat‑catcher, will you walke?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <l n="1461">What wouldst thou haue with me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <p n="1462">Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine
      <lb n="1463"/>liues, that I meane to make bold withall, and as you shall
      <lb n="1464"/>vse me hereafter dry beate the rest of the eight. Will you
      <lb n="1465"/>pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares? Make
      <lb n="1466"/>hast, least mine be about your eares ere it be out.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <p n="1467">I am for you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <p n="1468">Gentle<hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>, put thy Rapier vp.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <p n="1469">Come sir, your Passado.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1470">Draw<hi rend="italic">Benuolio</hi>, beat downe their weapons:</l>
      <l n="1471">Gentlemen, for shame forbeare this outrage,</l>
      <l n="1472">
         <hi rend="italic">Tibalt, Mercutio</hi>, the Prince expresly hath</l>
      <l n="1473">Forbidden bandying in<hi rend="italic">Verona</hi>streetes.</l>
      <l n="1474">Hold<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>, good<hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Tybalt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="1475">I am hurt.</l>
      <l n="1476">A plague a both the Houses, I am sped:</l>
      <l n="1477">Is he gone and hath nothing?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1478">What art thou hurt?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="1479">I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry 'tis inough,</l>
      <l n="1480">Where is my Page? go Villaine fetch a Surgeon.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1481">Courage man, the hurt cannot be much.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <p n="1482">No: 'tis not so deepe as a well, nor so wide as a
      <lb n="1483"/>Church doore, but 'tis inough, 'twill serue: aske for me to
      <lb n="1484"/>morrow, and you shall find me a graue man. I am pepper'd
      <lb n="1485"/>I warrant, for this world: a plague a both your houses.
      <lb n="1486"/>What, a Dog, a Rat, a Mouse, a Cat to scratch a man to
      <lb n="1487"/>death: a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine, that fights by the
      <lb n="1488"/>booke of Arithmeticke, why the deu'le came you be­
      <lb n="1489"/>tweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1490">I thought all for the best.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-mer">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mer.</speaker>
      <l n="1491">Helpe me into some house<hi rend="italic">Benuolio</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1492">Or I shall faint: a plague a both your houses.</l>
      <l n="1493">They haue made wormes meat of me,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0683-0.jpg" n="65"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1494">I haue it, and soundly to your Houses.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1495">This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie,</l>
      <l n="1496">My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt</l>
      <l n="1497">In my behalfe, my reputation stain'd</l>
      <l n="1498">With<hi rend="italic">Tibalts</hi>slaunder,<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>that an houre</l>
      <l n="1499">Hath beene my Cozin: O Sweet<hi rend="italic">Iuliet</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1500">Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate,</l>
      <l n="1501">And in my temper softned Valours steele.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Benuolio.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1502">O<hi rend="italic">Romeo, Romeo</hi>, braue<hi rend="italic">Mercutio's</hi>is dead,</l>
      <l n="1503">That Gallant spirit hath aspir'd the Cloudes,</l>
      <l n="1504">Which too vntimely here did scorne the earth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1505">This daies blacke Fate, on mo daies doth depend,</l>
      <l n="1506">This but begins, the wo others must end.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Tybalt.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1507">Here comes the Furious<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>backe againe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1508">He gon in triumph, and<hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>slaine?</l>
      <l n="1509">Away to heauen respectiue Lenitie,</l>
      <l n="1510">And fire and Fury, be my conduct now.</l>
      <l n="1511">Now<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>take the Villaine backe againe</l>
      <l n="1512">That late thou gau'st me, for<hi rend="italic">Mercutios</hi>soule</l>
      <l n="1513">Is but a little way aboue our heads,</l>
      <l n="1514">Staying for thine to keepe him companie:</l>
      <l n="1515">Either thou or I, or both, must goe with him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-tyb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Tib.</speaker>
      <l n="1516">Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here,</l>
      <l n="1517">Shalt with him hence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1518">This shall determine that.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">They fight. Tybalt falles.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1519">
         <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>, away be gone:</l>
      <l n="1520">The Citizens are vp, and<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>slaine,</l>
      <l n="1521">Stand not amaz'd, the Prince will Doome thee death</l>
      <l n="1522">If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-rom">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rom.</speaker>
      <l n="1523">O! I am Fortunes foole.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1524">Why dost thou stay?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Romeo.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Citizens.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-cit">
      <speaker rend="italic">Citi.</speaker>
      <l n="1525">Which way ran he that kild<hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>?</l>
      <l n="1526">
         <hi rend="italic">Tibalt</hi>that Murtherer, which way ran he?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1527">There lies that<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-cit">
      <speaker rend="italic">Citi.</speaker>
      <l n="1528">Vp sir go with me:</l>
      <l n="1529">I charge thee in the Princes names obey.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Prince, old Montague, Capulet, their
      <lb/>Wiues and all.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-rom-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="1530">Where are the vile beginners of this Fray?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1531">O Noble Prince, I can discouer all</l>
      <l n="1532">The vnluckie Mannage of this fatall brall:</l>
      <l n="1533">There lies the man slaine by young<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1534">That slew thy kinsman braue<hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-lac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap. Wi.</speaker>
      <l n="1535">
         <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>, my Cozin? O my Brothers Child,</l>
      <l n="1536">O Prince, O Cozin, Husband, O the blood is spild</l>
      <l n="1537">Of my deare kinsman. Prince as thou art true,</l>
      <l n="1538">For bloud of ours, shed bloud of<hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi>.</l>
      <l n="1539">O Cozin, Cozin.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="1540">
         <hi rend="italic">Benuolio</hi>, who began this Fray?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-ben">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ben.</speaker>
      <l n="1541">
         <hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>here slaine, whom<hi rend="italic">Romeo's</hi>hand slay,</l>
      <l n="1542">
         <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke</l>
      <l n="1543">How nice the Quarrell was, and vrg'd withall</l>
      <l n="1544">Your high displeasure: all this vttered,</l>
      <l n="1545">With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bow'd</l>
      <l n="1546">Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene</l>
      <l n="1547">Of<hi rend="italic">Tybalts</hi>deafe to peace, but that he Tilts</l>
      <l n="1548">With Peircing steele at bold<hi rend="italic">Mercutio's</hi>breast,</l>
      <l n="1549">Who all as hot, turnes deadly point to point,</l>
      <l n="1550">And with a Martiall scorne, with one hand beates</l>
      <l n="1551">Cold death aside, and with the other sends</l>
      <l n="1552">It back to<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>, whose dexterity</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1553">Retorts it:<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>he cries aloud,</l>
      <l n="1554">Hold Friends, Friends part, and swifter then his tongue,</l>
      <l n="1555">His aged arme beats downe their fatall points,</l>
      <l n="1556">And twixt them rushes, vnderneath whose arme,</l>
      <l n="1557">An enuious thrust from<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>, hit the life</l>
      <l n="1558">Of stout<hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>, and then<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>fled.</l>
      <l n="1559">But by and by comes backe to<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1560">Who had but newly entertained Reuenge,</l>
      <l n="1561">And too't they goe like lightning, for ere I</l>
      <l n="1562">Could draw to part them, was stout<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>slaine:</l>
      <l n="1563">And as he fell, did<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>turne and flie:</l>
      <l n="1564">This is the truth, or let<hi rend="italic">Benuolio</hi>die.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-lac">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap. Wi.</speaker>
      <l n="1565">He is a kinsman to the<hi rend="italic">Mountague</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1566">Affection makes him false, he speakes not true:</l>
      <l n="1567">Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife,</l>
      <l n="1568">And all those twenty could but kill one life.</l>
      <l n="1569">I beg for Iustice, which thou Prince must giue:</l>
      <l n="1570">
         <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>slew<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>must not liue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="1571">
         <hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>slew him, he slew<hi rend="italic">Mercutio</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1572">Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="1573">Not<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>Prince, he was<hi rend="italic">Mercutios</hi>Friend,</l>
      <l n="1574">His fault concludes, but what the law should end,</l>
      <l n="1575">The life of<hi rend="italic">Tybalt</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-rom-pri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Prin.</speaker>
      <l n="1576">And for that offence,</l>
      <l n="1577">Immediately we doe exile him hence:</l>
      <l n="1578">I haue an interest in<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>your hearts proceeding:</l>
      <l n="1579">My bloud for your rude brawles doth lie a bleeding.</l>
      <l n="1580">But Ile Amerce you with so strong a fine,</l>
      <l n="1581">That you shall all repent the losse of mine.</l>
      <l n="1582">It will be deafe to pleading and excuses,</l>
      <l n="1583">Nor teares, nor prayers shall purchase our abuses.</l>
      <l n="1584">Therefore vse none, let<hi rend="italic">Romeo</hi>hence in hast,</l>
      <l n="1585">Else when he is found, that houre is his last.</l>
      <l n="1586">Beare hence his body, and attend our will:</l>
      <l n="1587">Mercy not Murders, pardoning those that kill.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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