Romeo and Juliet Flashcards
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. -Benvolio
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
him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
Am I like such a fellow? -Benvolio
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.
And what to? -Benvolio
Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly,
for one would kill the other. Thou!
Didst thou not fall out with a
tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter?
With another, for tying his new shoes with old
ribbon? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling!
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. - Benvolio
The fee simple! O simple!
By my head, here come the Capulets. -Benvolio
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. -Tybalt
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, an you
will give me occasion. -Tybalt
Could you not take some occasion without
giving?
Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo, — -Tybalt
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. Zounds, ‘consort’!
We talk here in the public haunt of men.
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us. -Benvolio
Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.
Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man. -Tybalt
But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.
Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower;
Your worship, in that sense, may call him ‘man.’
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. -Romeo
O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!
Alla stoccado carries it away.
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
What wouldst thou have with me? -Tybalt
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?
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. -Romeo
Come, sir, your passado.
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! -Romeo
I am hurt.
A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped.
Is he gone, and hath nothing?
What, art thou hurt? -Benvolio
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, ‘tis enough.
Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
