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=== Act III ===
{{quote|'''Benvolio''': 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.
'''Mercutio''': Thou art like one of those 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
it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
'''Benvolio''': Am I like such a fellow?
'''Mercutio''': 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.
|Act III, Scene i}}
{{quote|Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
No better term than this: thou art a villain.
|'''Tybalt,''' Act III, scene i}}
{{quote|'''Mercutio''': O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
"Alla stoccata" carries it away. ''(draws his sword)''
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
'''Tybalt''': What wouldst thou have with me?
'''Mercutio''': 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, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.
|Act III, Scene i}}
{{quote|I am hurt; —
'''A plague o' both the houses!''' — I am sped. —
Is he gone, and hath nothing?
|'''Mercutio,''' Act III, scene i}}
{{quote|'''Romeo''': Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
'''Mercutio''': No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
both your houses!
|Act III, Scene i}}
{{quote|'''Mercutio:''' Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
'''Romeo''': I thought all for the best.
'''Mercutio''': Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. — A plague o' both your houses!
They have made worm's meat of me.
I have it, and soundly too: — A plague o' both your houses!
|Act III, Scene i}}
{{quote|'''Benvolio''': Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain: —
Stand not amaz'd: — the Prince will doom thee death,
If thou are taken: — hence! — be gone! — away!
'''Romeo''': O, I am fortune's fool!
'''Benvolio''': Why dost thou stay?
|Act III, Scene i}}
{{quote|'''Lady Capulet''': I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
'''Prince''': Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
'''Montague''': Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but what the law should end,
The life of Tybalt.
'''Prince''': And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
But I'll amerce 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's found, that hour is his last.
Bear hence this body and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
|Act III, Scene i}}
{{quote|Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of Heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
|'''Juliet,''' Act III, scene ii}}
{{quote|There's no trust,
No faith, no honesty in men; all are perjur'd
All foresworn, all naught, all dissemblers.
|'''Nurse,''' Act III, scene ii}}
{{quote|Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me love, it was the nightingale.
|'''Juliet,''' Act III, scene v}}
=== Act IV ===
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