Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 515 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw. I do protest I never injured thee, But loved thee better than thou canst device: Till thou shalt know the reason of my love, And so good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as my own, be satisfied. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission: Alla stucatho carries it away. Tybalt, you Rat-catcher, will you walk? What woulds thou have with me? 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 Pilchard by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out. I am for you. Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier up. Come sir, your Passado. Draw Benuolio, beat down their weapons: Gentlemen, for shame forbear this outrage, Tibalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold Tybalt, good Mercutio. I am hurt. A plague a both the Houses, I am sped: Is he gone and hath nothing? What art thou hurt? I, I, a scratch, a scratch, marry 'tis enough, Where is my Page? go Villain fetch a Surgeon. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much. No: '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 me a grave man. I am peppered I warrant, for this world: a plague a both your houses. What, 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 deu'le came you between us? I was hurt under your arm. I thought all for the best. Help me into some house Benuolio, Or I shall faint: a plague a both your houses. They have made worms meat of me, I have it, and sound to your Houses. This Gentleman the Princes near Alley, My very Friend hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf, my reputation stained With Tibalts slander, Tybalt that an hour Hath been my Cousin: O Sweet Iuliet, Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate, And in my temper softened Valour's steel. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's is dead, That Gallant spirit hath aspired the Clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. This days black Fate, on more days doth depend, This but begins, the woe others must end. Here comes the Furious Tybalt back again. He gone in triumph, and Mercutio slain? Away to heaven respective Lenity, And fire and Fury, be my conduct now. Now Tybalt take the Villain back again That late thou gav'st 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. Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence. This shall determine that.
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Boy, this ſhall not excuſe the iniuries That thou haſt done me, therefore turne and draw. I do proteſt I neuer iniur'd thee, But lou'd thee better then thou can'ſt deuiſe: Till thou ſhalt know the reaſon of my loue, And ſo good Capulet, which name I tender As dearely as my owne, be ſatisfied. O calme, diſhonourable, vile ſubmiſſion: Alla stucatho carries it away. Tybalt, you Rat-catcher, will you walke? What woulds thou haue with me? Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine liues, that I meane to make bold withall, and as you ſhall vſe me hereafter dry beate the reſt of the eight. Will you pluck your Sword out of his Pilcher by the eares? Make haſt, leaſt mine be about your eares ere it be out. I am for you. Gentle Mercutio, put thy Rapier vp. Come ſir, your Paſſado. Draw Benuolio, beat downe their weapons: Gentlemen, for ſhame forbeare this outrage, Tibalt, Mercutio, the Prince expreſly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona ſtreetes. Hold Tybalt, good Mercutio. I am hurt. A plague a both the Houſes, I am ſped: Is he gone and hath nothing? What art thou hurt? I, I, a ſcratch, a ſcratch, marry 'tis inough, Where is my Page? go Villaine fetch a Surgeon. Courage man, the hurt cannot be much. No: 'tis not ſo deepe as a well, nor ſo wide as a Church doore, but 'tis inough, 'twill ſerue: aske for me to morrow, and you ſhall find me a graue man. I am pepper'd I warrant, for this world: a plague a both your houſes. What, a Dog, a Rat, a Mouſe, a Cat to ſcratch a man to death: a Braggart, a Rogue, a Villaine, that fights by the booke of Arithmeticke, why the deu'le came you betweene vs? I was hurt vnder your arme. I thought all for the beſt. Helpe me into ſome houſe Benuolio, Or I ſhall faint: a plague a both your houſes. They haue made wormes meat of me, I haue it, and ſoundly to your Houſes. This Gentleman the Princes neere Alie, My very Friend hath got his mortall hurt In my behalfe, my reputation ſtain'd With Tibalts ſlaunder, Tybalt that an houre Hath beene my Cozin: O Sweet Iuliet, Thy Beauty hath made me Effeminate, And in my temper ſoftned Valours ſteele. O Romeo, Romeo, braue Mercutio's is dead, That Gallant ſpirit hath aſpir'd the Cloudes, Which too vntimely here did ſcorne the earth. This daies blacke Fate, on mo daies doth depend, This but begins, the wo others muſt end. Here comes the Furious Tybalt backe againe. He gon in triumph, and Mercutio ſlaine? Away to heauen reſpectiue Lenitie, And fire and Fury, be my conduct now. Now Tybalt take the Villaine backe againe That late thou gau'ſt me, for Mercutios ſoule Is but a little way aboue our heads, Staying for thine to keepe him companie: Either thou or I, or both, muſt goe with him. Thou wretched Boy that didſt conſort him here, Shalt with him hence. This ſhall determine that.