Romeo and Juliet Act III

And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;

Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a man for 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 quarter.

Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance.

Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!

'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic!

This gentleman, the prince's near ally,

With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour

Thy beauty hath made me effeminate

It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,

Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,

Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;

Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,

Immediately we do exile him hence:

That you shall all repent the loss of mine:

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,

Lovers can see to do their amorous rites

Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day

But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.

A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;

Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;

Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?

Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;

Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!