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70 ROMEO AND JULIET. Where is my page ? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. \_Exit Page. Borneo. Courage, man ; the hurt cannot be much. 3L>rcutio. Ko, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find ine a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. — A plague o' both your houses! — Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death ! a braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of arithmetic! — Why the devil came you between us ? I was hurt under your arm. Romeo. I thought all for the best. Mercutio. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. — A plague o' both your houses ! They have made worms' meat of me. I have it, And soundly too ; your houses ! \_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio. Borneo. This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander, — Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin ! — sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate, And in my temper soften'd valor's steel ! Be-enter Benvolio. Benvolio. Eomeo, Eomeo, brave Mercutio's dead !