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minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick,
here’s that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!

BENVOLIO

We talk here in the public haunt of men.
Either withdraw unto some private place, [50]
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us.

MERCUT IO

Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.

Enter Romeo.

T Y BALT

Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man. [55]

MERCUT IO

But I’ll be hang’d, 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’.

T Y BALT

Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain. [60]

ROMEO

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting: villain am I none,
Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.

T Y BALT

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries [65]
That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw.

ROMEO

I do protest I never injuried thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise