For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
Mercutio. 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
10no need.
Benvolio. [Am I] like such a fellow?
Mercutio. 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.
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
20hast. 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?
30with 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.