[Enter Romeo.]
MERCUTIO.
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.
Romeo, the love 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.
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
ROMEO.
I do protest I never injur'd thee;
But love thee better than thou canst devise
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
And so good Capulet, — which name I tender
As dearly as mine own, — be satisfied.
MERCUTIO.
O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
Alla stoccata carries it away. [Draws.]
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
TYBALT.
What wouldst thou have with me?
