Ro: I doe protest I neuer iniured thee, but loue thee better
than thou canst deuise, till thou shall know the reason of 45
my loue.
Mer: O dishonorable vile submission. Allastockado caries
it away. You Ratcatcher, come backe, come backe.
Tyb: What wouldest with me?
Mer: Nothing King of Cates, but borrow one of your 50
nine liues, therefore come drawe your rapier out of your
scabard, least mine be about your eares ere you be aware.
Rom: Stay Tibalt, hould Mercutio: Benuolio beate
downe their weapons.
Tibalt vnder Romeos arme thrusts Mercutio, in and flyes.
Mer: Is he gone, hath hee nothing? A poxe on your 55
houses.
Rom: What art thou hurt man, the wound is not deepe.
Mer: Noe not so deepe as a Well, nor so wide as a
barne doore, but it will serue I warrant. What meant you to
come betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme. 60
Rom: I did all for the best.