‘Tis enough. (MERCUTIO!) (3.1.82-86)

MERCUTIO                                         I am hurt.                         A plague a’both houses! I am sped.                         Is he gone and hath nothing? BENVOLIO                                                      What, art thou hurt? MERCUTIO     Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch, marry, ’tis enough.                         Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page] (3.1.82-86) It’s just so fast. Tybalt’s off, with his […]

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Tybalt! Mercutio! MERCUTIO! (3.1.76-82)

ROMEO           Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. MERCUTIO     Come, sir, your ‘passado’.                                                             [They fight.] ROMEO           Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons.                         Gentlemen, for shame forbear this outrage!                         Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath                         Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.                                     [Romeo steps between them.]                         Hold, Tybalt! Good Mercutio!                         [Tybalt […]

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Taunting Tybalt, and, extended feline humour (3.1.66-75)

MERCUTIO     O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!                         ‘Alla stoccata’ carries it away. [Draws.]                         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, dry-beat the […]

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Love and names, and seeking satisfaction (3.1.53-65)

TYBALT          Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford                         No better term than this: thou art a villain. ROMEO           Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee                         Doth much excuse the appertaining rage                         To such a greeting. Villain am I none;                         Therefore farewell, I see thou knowest me not. TYBALT          […]

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Mercutio, winding up Tybalt and Benvolio (3.1.43-52)

BENVOLIO      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. MERCUTIO     Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;                         I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I. […]

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Heads and heels and clunking legal humour (3.1.27-31)

BENVOLIO      And 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     The fee-simple? O simple! EnterTYBALT, PETRUCHIO, and others. BENVOLIO      By my head, here comes the Capulets. MERCUTIO     By my heel, I care not. (3.1.27-31) Benvolio seems to have […]

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It’s a hot afternoon in Verona… (3.1.1-9)

[3.1] Enter MERCUTIO [and his PAGE], BENVOLIO, and MEN. 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. MERCUTIO     Thou art like one of these fellows that, when […]

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Excess of joy, and words are not enough (2.6.24-37)

ROMEO           Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy                         Be heaped like mine, and that thy skill be more                         To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath                         This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue                         Unfold the imagined happiness that both                         Receive in either by this dear encounter. JULIET                        Conceit, […]

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