Plague on both houses

Benvolio: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.

Mercutio: {Spoken} 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
it on the drawer, when indeed there is no 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: {Spoken} Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man
that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast:
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? with another, for
tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou
wilt tutor me from quarrelling!

Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets.

Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

Tybalt: Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

Tybalt: {Spoken} Gentlemen, good day: a word with one of you.

Mercutio: {Spoken} And but one word with one of us? couple it with
something; make it a word and a blow.

Tybalt: {Spoken} You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
will give me occasion.

Mercutio: {Spoken} Could you not take some occasion without giving?

Tybalt: {Spoken} Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

Mercutio: {Spoken} Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

{Enter Chorus}

Benvolio: We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place,
And reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart;
here all eyes gaze on us.

Mercutio: Men's eyes were made to look
Let them gaze; I'll not budge!

{Enter Romeo}

Tybalt: {Spoken} Well, peace be with you. Here comes my man.

Mercutio: {Spoken} But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;
Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'

Tybalt: {Spoken} Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
No better term than this,--thou art a villain.

Romeo: Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
To such a greeting:
villain am I none; Therefore farewell;
I see thou know'st me not.

Tybalt: {Spoken} Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

Romeo: I do protest, I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise,
And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

Mercutio: O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!

Mercutio:{Spoken} Alla stoccata carries it away.
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

Tybalt: {Spoken} What wouldst thou have with me?

Mercutio: {Spoken} Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
ears ere it be out.

Tybalt: {Spoken} I am for you.

Romeo: {Spoken} Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Mercutio: {Spoken} Come, sir, your passado.

[They fight.]

Romeo: {Spoken} Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

[TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies]

Mercutio: {Spoken} I am hurt.

Mercutio: Plague o' both your houses!
Plague o' both your houses!

Mercutio: {Spoken} I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Benvolio: What, art thou hurt?

Mercutio: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Where is my page?

Mercutio: {Spoken} Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

Mercutio: {Spoken} No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world.

Mercutio: Plague o' both your houses!
Plague o' both your houses!

Mercutio: {Spoken} '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 it 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.

{*The following is sung all at aonce}

*Mercutio: Plague o' both your houses!
Plague o' both your houses!

*Romeo: I thought it all for the best
I thought it all for the best

*Benvolio: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days,
is the mad blood stirring.

*Juliet: {To herself} Deny thy father, deny
Deny thy father, deny

Romeo: {Spoken} This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
And in my temper soften'd valor's steel!

Benvolio: O Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead!
He hath aspired the clouds,

Romeo: This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.

Chorus & Romeo: This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe, others must end.

Benvolio: Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Romeo: Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

Romeo: {Spoken} Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

{Re-enter TYBALT}

Romeo: {Spoken} Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

Tybalt: {Spoken} Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.

Romeo: {Spoken} This shall determine that.

[They fight}

Chorus: Star cross'd lovers
Star cross'd lovers (etc.)

Chorus: Plague o' both your houses
Plague o' both your houses (etc.)

{TYBALT falls.]

Benvolio: {Spoken} Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

Romeo: I am fortune's fool!
I am fortune's fool!
(etc.)

Benvolio: {Spoken} Why dost thou stay?

[Exit ROMEO.]

{Enter ENSEMBLE.}

Citizen: {Spoken} Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

Benvolio: {Spoken} There lies that Tybalt.

Citizen: {Spoken} Up, sir, go with me;
I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

Prince: {Spoken} Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Benvolio: O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

Lady Capulet: {Spoken} Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!

Lady Capulet: my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,
For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.

Lady Capulet: {Spoken} O cousin, cousin!

Prince: {Spoken} Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?

Benvolio: {Spoken} Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
Romeo he cries aloud, 'Hold, friends!
friends, part!' and, swifter than his tongue,
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.

Lady Capulet: He is a kinsman to the Montague;
Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:
I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;
Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Prince: {Spoken} Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Montague: Not Romeo, he was Mercutio's friend;
His fault concludes but what the law should end,

Montague: {Spoken} The life of Tybalt.!

Chorus: Ooooh, Ooooh

Prince: {Spoken} And for that offence
Immediately we do exile him hence:
I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,
My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;
But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine
That you shall all repent the loss of mine:
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;
Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:
Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,
Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.
Bear hence this body and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.

Chorus: Plague o' both your houses!
Plague o' both your houses!