Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. [Exit Page.
Romeo. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mercutio. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so
wide as a church-door, but 'tis enough, 'twill serve;
100ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a [grave]
man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world.—A
plague o' both your houses!—Zounds, a dog, a rat,
a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart,
a rogue, a villain, that [fights by the book of]
arithmetic!—Why the devil came you between us?
I was hurt under your arm.
Romeo. I thought all for the best.
Mercutio. Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint.—A plague o' both your houses!
They have made worms' meat of me. I have it,
And soundly too;—[your houses]! [Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio
Romeo. This gentleman, the prince's near ally,