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Rom. 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.

Tyb. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

Rom. 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 my own, be satisfied.

Mer. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!

Alla stoccata carries it away.

Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

Tyb. What wouldst thou have with me?

Mer. 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, dry-beat the

rest of the eight. Will you pluck your sword

out of his pilcher by the ears? make haste, lest

mine be about your ears ere it be out.

Tyb. [Drawing.] I am for you.

Rom. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Mer. Come, sir, your passado.

Rom. 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!

 74 devise: think

76 tender: regard

79 Alla stoccata: with the thrust, i.e., the blusterer

84 dry-beat: thrash

86 pilcher: scabbard (of leather)

ears: hilt

94 bandying: fighting

