_Mer._ But I'll be hang'd, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;[750] 55 Your worship in that sense may call him man. _Tyb._ Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford[751] No better term than this,--thou art a villain. _Rom._ Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee[752] Doth much excuse the appertaining rage[753] 60 To such a greeting: villain am I none;[754] Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.[755] _Tyb._ Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries[756] That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. _Rom._ I do protest, I never injured thee,[757] 65 But love thee better than thou canst devise[758] Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender As dearly as mine own,--be satisfied.[759] _Mer._ O calm, dishonourable, vile submission![760] 70 Alla stoccata carries it away.[761] [_Draws._ Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?[762] _Tyb._ What wouldst thou have with me?[763] _Mer._ Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives, that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall 75 use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you[764] pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears? make[765] haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. _Tyb._ I am for you.[766] [_Drawing._ _Rom._ Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. 80 _Mer._ Come, sir, your passado.[767] [_They fight._ _Rom._ Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.[768][769] Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage![769] Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath[769][770] Forbid this bandying in Verona streets:[769][771][772][773] 85 Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio![769][772][774] [_Tybalt under Romeo's arm stabs Mercutio and_ _flies with his followers._ _Mer._ I am hurt;[775] A plague o' both your houses! I am sped: Is he gone, and hath nothing? _Ben._ What, art thou hurt? _Mer._ Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.[776] 90 [_Exit Page._ _Rom._ Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.