Act 3 - Scene 1
A public place.
Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants
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.
Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword
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.
Am I like such a fellow?
Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and
soon moody to be moved.
And what to?
Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,
wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou
with a man for cracking nuts, having no
other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what
such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?
Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as
an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a
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 riband? and yet thou
wilt tutor me from quarrelling!
An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a
The fee-simple! O simple!
By my head, here come the Capulets.
By my heel, I care not.
Enter TYBALT and others
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