Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 517 words
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Thou art like one of these 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 him on the Drawer, when indeed there is no need. Am I like such a Fellow? 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. And what too? Nay, and 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 quarreled 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 old Ribbon, and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quarrelling? 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. The Fee-simple? O simple. By my head here comes the Capulets. By my heel I care not. Fellow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you. And but one word with one of us? couple it with something, make it a word and a blow. You shall find me apt enough to that sir, and you will give me occasion. Can you not take some occasion without giving? Mercutio thou consortest with Romeo. Consort? what dost thou make us Minstrels? & thou make Minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddlestick, here's that shall make you dance. Come consort. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances: Or else departed, here all eyes gaze on us. men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure I Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man. 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. Romeo, the love I bear thee, can afford No better term then this: Thou art a Villain. Tibalt, 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 knowst me not.
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Thou art like one of theſe fellowes, that when he enters the confines of a Tauerne, claps me his Sword vpon the Table, and ſayes, God ſend me no need of thee: and by the operation of the ſecond cup, drawe him on the Drawer, when indeed there is no need. Am I like ſuch a Fellow? Come, come, thou art as hot a Iacke in thy mood, as any in Italie: and aſſoone moued to be moodie, and aſſoone moodie to be mou'd. And what too? Nay, and there were two ſuch, we ſhould haue none ſhortly, for one would kill the other: thou, why thou wilt quarrell with a man that hath a haire more, or a haire leſſe in his beard, then thou haſt: thou wilt quarrell with a man for cracking Nuts, hauing no other reaſon, but becauſe thou haſt haſell eyes: what eye, but ſuch an eye, would ſpie out ſuch a quarrell? thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egge is full of meat, and yet thy head hath bin beaten as addle as an egge for quarreling: thou haſt quarrel'd with a man for coffing in the ſtreet, becauſe he hath wakened thy Dog that hath laine aſleepe in the Sun. Did'ſt thou not fall out with a Tailor for wearing his new Doublet before Eaſter? with another, for tying his new ſhooes with old Riband, and yet thou wilt Tutor me from quarrelling? And I were ſo apt to quarell as thou art, any man ſhould buy the Fee-ſimple of my life, for an houre and a quarter. The Fee-ſimple? O ſimple. By my head here comes the Capulets. By my heele I care not. Follow me cloſe, for I will ſpeake to them. Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you. And but one word with one of vs? couple it with ſomething, make it a word and a blow. You ſhall find me apt inough to that ſir, and you will giue me occaſion. Could you not take ſome occaſion without giuing? Mercutio thou conſort'ſt with Romeo. Conſort? what doſt thou make vs Minſtrels? & thou make Minſtrels of vs, looke to heare nothing but diſcords: heere's my fiddleſticke, heere's that ſhall make you daunce. Come conſort. We talke here in the publike haunt of men: Either withdraw vnto ſome priuate place, Or reaſon coldly of your greeuances: Or elſe depart, here all eies gaze on vs. Mens eyes were made to looke, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no mans pleaſure I. Well peace be with you ſir, here comes my man. But Ile be hang'd ſir if he weare your Liuery. Marry go before to field, heele be your follower, Your worſhip in that ſenſe, may call him man. Romeo, the loue I beare thee, can affoord No better terme then this: Thou art a Villaine. Tibalt, the reaſon that I haue to loue thee, Doth much excuſe the appertaining rage To ſuch a greeting: Villaine am I none; Therefore farewell, I ſee thou know'ſt me not.