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A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. |
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Is he gone, and hath nothing? |
| Benvolio |
What, art thou hurt? |
| Mercutio |
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. |
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Where is my page? Go, villain, 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 |
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church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for |
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me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I |
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am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' |
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both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a |
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cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a |
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rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of |
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arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I |
| Romeo |
I thought all for the best. |
| Mercutio |
Help me into some house, Benvolio, |
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Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! |
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They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, |
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And soundly too: your houses! |
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Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO |
| Romeo |
This gentleman, the prince's near ally, |
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My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt |
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In my behalf; my reputation stain'd |
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With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour |
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Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet, |
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Thy beauty hath made me effeminate |
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And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! |
| Benvolio |
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! |
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That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, |
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Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. |
| Romeo |
This day's black fate on more days doth depend; |
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This but begins the woe, others must end. |
| Benvolio |
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. |
| Romeo |
Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain! |
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Away to heaven, respective lenity, |
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And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! |
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Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, |
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That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul |
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Is but a little way above our heads, |
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Staying for thine to keep him company: |
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Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. |
| Tybalt |
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here, |
| Romeo |
This shall determine that. |
| Benvolio |
Romeo, away, be gone! |
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The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. |
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Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death, |
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If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away! |
| Romeo |
O, I am fortune's fool! |
| Benvolio |
Why dost thou stay? |
| FIRST CITIZEN |
Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? |
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Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? |
| Benvolio |
There lies that Tybalt. |
| FIRST CITIZEN |
Up, sir, go with me; |
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I charge thee in the princes name, obey. |
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Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others |
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