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Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.
And so, good Capulet, which name I tender [70]
As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
MERCUT IO (He draws.)
O calm, dishonourable, vale submission:
Alla stoccata carries it away!
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
T Y BALT
What wouldst thou have with me? [75]
MERCUT IO
Good 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. [80]
T Y BALT
I am for you.
(He draws.)
ROMEO
Gentle Mercutio, Put thy rapier up.
MERCUT IO
Come sir, your passado.
(They fight.)
ROMEO
Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons,
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage. [85]
Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath
Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!
Tybalt under Romeo’s arm thrusts Mercutio in.
A FOLLOWER
Away Tybalt.
