And, if I’m not gone, I’ll be here still.
I’m peppered sore, and nearly mustered out.
Now, gentle Romeo, mind what you’re about!
You have a country house, and one in town:
A plague on both your houses! burn ’em down!
Have you a cigar? I think I’ve got a match.
Romeo gives Mercutio a cigar, and holds up his foot, on which Mercutio strikes a light, and then lights his cigar.
Thank you, you are a perfect hen to scratch.
From all the many ills of married life
I would have saved you, carried off your wife;