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66 ACT III. Scene I. A Public Place. Enter Mekcutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants. Benvolio. I pi-ay thee, good Merciitio, 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. Thou art like one of tliose 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 hiui on the drawer, when. ind^ed^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. Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou ! why, thou wilt quarrel with a num that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, luiving no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes ; what