Monologue

TYBALT - Down Center

This, by his voice, should be a Montague.

Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave

Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,

To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?

Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,

To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.

Tis he, that villain Romeo.

NEW SCENE

TYBALT - Down Left

Gentlemen, good e’en. A word with one of you.

Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.

MERCUTIO - Center Right

Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels?

An thou make minstrels of us, look to hear

nothing but discords. Here’s my fiddlestick; here’s

that shall make you dance. Zounds, consort!

Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.

I will not budge for no man’s pleasure, I.

(Enter Romeo.)

TYBALT

Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.

MERCUTIO - Down Right

But I’ll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.

Marry, go before to field, he’ll be your follower.

Your Worship in that sense may call him “man.”

TYBALT - Down Center

Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford

No better term than this: thou art a villain.

ROMEO - Up Right

Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee

Doth much excuse the appertaining rage

To such a greeting. Villain am I none.

Therefore farewell. I see thou knowest me not.

TYBALT

Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries

That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.

ROMEO - Center Right

I do protest I never injured thee

But love thee better than thou canst devise

Till thou shalt know the reason of my love.

And so, good Capulet, which name I tender

As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.

MERCUTIO - Down Center

O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!

]Alla stoccato carries it away.

(He draws)

Tybalt, you ratcatcher, 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.

(He draws)

ROMEO - Down Center

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

MERCUTIO

Come, sir, your passado.

(They fight. )

ROMEO

beat down their weapons.

Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!

Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath

Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:

Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

(TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers)

MERCUTIO - Down Left

I am hurt.

A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.

Is he gone, and hath nothing?

(MERCUTIO Exits)

NEW SCENE…

ROMEO - Down Left

This day's black fate on more days doth depend;

This but begins the woe, others must end.

Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!

(Re-enter TYBALT) Up Right

Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,

That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul

Is but a little way above our heads,

Staying for thine to keep him company:

Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

TYBALT - Down Center

Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

ROMEO - Down Center

This shall determine that.

(They fight; TYBALT falls)

ROMEO

O, I am fortune's fool!

Angry

Confident

Content

Ambiguity