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 man that hath a hair more or a

hair less in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for

cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What

eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Thy head is as full of

quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle

as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the

street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst

thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with

another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? And yet thou wilt tutor me

from quarrelling!


BENVOLIO.

And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the fee simple of

my life for an hour and a quarter.


MERCUTIO.

The fee simple! O simple!


 Enter Tybalt and others.
BENVOLIO.

By my head, here comes the Capulets.


MERCUTIO.

By my heel, I care not.


TYBALT.

Follow me close, for I will speak to them.

Gentlemen, good-den: a word with one of you.


MERCUTIO.

And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something; make it a word and

a blow.


TYBALT.

You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion.


MERCUTIO.

Could you not take some occasion without giving?


TYBALT.

Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.


MERCUTIO.

Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us, look

to hear nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick, here’s that

shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!


BENVOLIO.

We talk here in the public haunt of men.

Either withdraw unto some private place,