thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be  
moody, and as soon moody to be moved.  
_Benvolio._ And what to?  
_Mercutio._ Nay, an there were two such, we should  
have none shortly, for one would kill the other.  
Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath  
a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou  
hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking  
nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast  
hazel eyes; what eye but such an eye would spy out  
such a quarrel? Thy head is as full 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!  
_Benvolio._ 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._ The fee-simple! O simple!  
_Benvolio._ By my head, here come the Capulets.  
_Mercutio._ By my heel, I care not.  
_Enter_ TYBALT _and others_  
_Tybalt._ Follow me close, for I will speak to them.--  
Gentlemen, good den; a word with one of you.  
_Mercutio._ And but one word with one of us?  
couple it with something; make it a word and a  
blow.  
_Tybalt._ You shall find me apt enough to that, sir,  
an you will give me occasion.  
_Mercutio._ Could you not take some occasion without  
giving?  
_Tybalt._ Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--  
_Mercutio._ 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!  

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