_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._Enter_ ROMEO  
_Tybalt._ Well, peace be with you, sir; here comes my man.  
_Mercutio._ But I'll be hang'd, 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.  
_Tybalt._ Romeo, the hate 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 know'st me not.  
_Tybalt._ Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries  
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.  
_Romeo._ I do protest, I never injur'd 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 my own,--be satisfied.  
_Mercutio._ O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!  
A la 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 rest  
of the eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his  
pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about  
your ears ere it be out.  
_Tybalt._ I am for you.  
[_Drawing._  
_Romeo._ Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.  
_Mercutio._ Come, sir, your passado.  
[_They fight._  
_Romeo._ Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.--  

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