Act 3, Scene 1 SCENE I. A public place
Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants.
What emotion?
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;
Modern translation
*go home
MERCUTIO
Come, come, thou art as *hot a man in thy mood as *angry
any in Italy.
Please, you’re the worst out of us all for
fighting!
BENVOLIO
Am I like such a fellow?
Mercutio
Thou! why,
thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,
or a hair less in his beard than thou hast
BENVOLIO
By my head, here come the Capulets.
You, You’ll fight with anyone, over anything,
What are ya on about?
MERCUTIO
By my heel, I care not.
Enter TYBALT and others
TYBALT
Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
Gentlemen, good day: a word with one of you.
MERCUTIO
Make it a word and a blow.
TYBALT
Mercutio! Thou *consorts with Romeo,-
*hang around
MERCUTIO
Consort! what, dost thou make us *minstrels?
*musicians
Here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall make you dance.
BENVOLIO
We talk here in the public *haunt of men:
Depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
*place
MERCUTIO
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
TYBALT
Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
What, are we musicians, here’s my
instrument. This will make you dance!
What emotion?
Modern translation
Enter ROMEO
TYBALT
Romeo, thou art a *villain.
*scumbag
ROMEO
Tybalt, I have much reason to *love thee.
* like
Villain am I none;
Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
TYBALT
Boy, this shall not excuse the *injuries
*offence
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
ROMEO
I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou can *devise,
And so, good Capulet: be satisfied.
MERCUTIO -
*imagine
Draws
O calm, dishonourable, vile *submission!
Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?
*surrender
TYBALT
What wouldst thou have with me?
What do you want with me?
MERCUTIO
Nothing but one of your nine lives.
TYBALT
I am for you.
Drawing
ROMEO
Gentle Mercutio, put thy *rapier up.
MERCUTIO
Come, sir, your *passado.
They fight
*sword
*best shot
ROMEO
Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
The prince expressly hath Forbidden fighting in Verona streets:
Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO,
and flies with his followers
Mercutio’s death scene
MERCUTIO
I am hurt.
A *plague o' both your houses!
What emotion?
*curse
BENVOLIO
What, art thou hurt?
MERCUTIO
Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; *marry, 'tis enough.
*well
ROMEO
Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
MERCUTIO
No, 'tis not so deep as a well,
but 'tis enough,'twill *serve:
A plague on both your houses!
Why the devil came you between us?
I was hurt under your arm.
*do
ROMEO
I thought all for the best.
MERCUTIO
A plague on both your houses!
They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
And *soundly too: your houses!
*properly
BENVOLIO
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
Re –enter Tybalt
ROMEO
Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
His soul is but a little way above our heads
Staying for thou to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
TYBALT
Thou shalt go with him.
ROMEO
This shall determine that.
They fight; TYBALT falls
BENVOLIO
Romeo, away, be gone! The prince will doom thee death
Romeo:
Oh! I am fortune’s fool!
Modern translation