Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. 35
Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us? couple it with[743]
something; make it a word and a blow.
Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you[744]
will give me occasion.[745] 40
Mer. Could you not take some occasion without giving?
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,—[746]
Mer. Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an[747]
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords:
here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you 45
dance. 'Zounds, consort![748]
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
Or reason coldly of your grievances,[749]
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. 50
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Enter Romeo.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.