Mer. But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery:
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;[750] 55
Your worship in that sense may call him man.
Tyb. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford[751]
No better term than this,—thou art a villain.
Rom. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee[752]
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage[753] 60
To such a greeting: villain am I none;[754]
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.[755]
Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries[756]
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
Rom. I do protest, I never injured thee,[757] 65
But love thee better than thou canst devise[758]
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so, good Capulet,—which name I tender
As dearly as mine own,—be satisfied.[759]
Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission![760] 70
Alla stoccata carries it away.[761] [Draws.
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?[762]
Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?[763]
Mer. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall 75
use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you[764]
pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make[765]
haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
Tyb. I am for you.[766] [Drawing.
Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. 80