Introducing the Characters
Beginning of Act 3, Scene 1
[Enter Mercutio and Benvolio]
"I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire; The day is hot, the Capels are 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 there fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws him 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 as soon moody to be moved."
"By my head, here come the Capulets."
"By my heel, I care not."
"Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good e'en: a word with one of you."
"And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something, make it a word and a blow."
"You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion."
"Could you not take some occasion without giving?
"Well, peace be with you, sir, here comes my man."
"But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery. Marry, go before the field, he'll be your follower. Your worship in that sense may call him 'man'.
"Romeo, the love I bare thee can afford no better term that this: thou art a villain."
"Tybalt, the reason for that I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting: villain I am none, therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not."
"Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries that thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw."
"I do protest I never injured thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love. And so, good Capulet, which name I tender as dearly as mine own, be satisfied."
"O calm, dishonourable, vile submission: alla stoccata carries it away! Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?"
[Mercutio draws his sword]
"What wouldst thou have with me?"
[Mercutio and Tybalt fight]
"Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage. Tybalt! Mercutio! The Prince expressly hath forbid this bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!"
[Tybalt mortally wounds Mercutio]
"I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses. I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing?"
[Exit Mercutio with Benvolio]
"This gentleman, the Prince's near ally, my very friend, hath got this mortal hurt in my behalf-my reputation stained with Tybalt's slander-Tybalt that an hour hath been my cousin. O sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me effeminate and in my temper softened valour's steel."
"O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead. That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds which too untimely here did scorn the earth."
"This day's black fate on more days doth depend: this but begins the woe others must end."
"Here comes the furious Tybalt back again."
"Alive, in triumph, and Mercutio slain. Away to heaven respective lenity, and fire-eyed fury be my conduct now! Now Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again that late gav'st me, for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to keep home company. Either thou, or I, or both must go with him."
"Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, shalt with him hence."
"This shall determine that."
[They fight. Tybalt falls.]
[Enter Prince, Montague, Lady Capulet]
"Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?"
"Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink how nice the quarrel was, and urged withal you high displeasure. All this uttered with gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed, could not take truce with the unruly spleen of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts with piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point and, with a martial scorn with one hand beats cold death aside, and with the other sends it back at Tybalt, whose dexterity retorts it. Romeo, he cries aloud 'Hold, friends! Friends part!' and swifter than his tongue his agile arm beats down their fatal,points and twist them rushes; underneath whose arm an envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life of the stout Mercutio;and then Tybalt fled, but by and by comes back to Romeo, who had but newly entertained revenge, and to't they go like lightning:for, ere I could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain, and as he fell did Romeo turn and fly. This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
"He is a kinsman to the Montague. Affection makes him false. He speaks not true. Some twenty of them fought in this black strife and all those twenty could kill but one life. I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give. Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live."
"Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio. Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?"
"Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend. His fault concludes but what the law should end, the life of Tybalt."
"And for that offense immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your hearts' proceeding; my blood for your rude brawls doth lie-a-bleeding. But I'll America you with so strong a fine that you shall all repent the loss of mine. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses. Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses. Therefore, use none. Let Romeo hence in haste, else, when he is found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill."