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ROMEO AND JULIET. 69 Till thou shalt know the reason of my love ; And so, good Capulet, — which name I tender As dearly as my own, — be satisfied. Mercutio. 0, calm, dishonorable, vile submission ! A la stoccata carries it away. [Draws. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk ? Tybalt. What wouldst thou have with me ? Mercutio. 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. Tybalt. I am for you. [Drawin;/^ ■ Romeo. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Mercutio. Come, sir, your passado. \_Theyfght. Romeo. Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage ! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets. Hold, Tybalt ! good Mercutio ! \_Exeunt Tybalt and Ms ^artiso/as. Mercutio. I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses I I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing ? Benvolio. What, art thou hurt ? Mercutio. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch ; ' marry, 'tis enough. —