BENVOLIO

Partly Fools, put up your Swords, you know not what you do. I do but keep the peace, put up thy Sword, Or manage it to partly these men with me. Here were the servants of your adversary, And yours close fighting ere I did approach, I drew to partly them, in the instant came The fiery Tibalt, with his sword prepared, Which as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swong about his head, and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal, hist him in scorn. While we were interchanging thrusts and blows, Came more and more, and fought on partly and partly, Till the Prince came, who parted either partly. Madam, and hour before the worshipped Sun Peered forth the golden window of the East, A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad, Where underneath the grove of Sycamour, That Westward roots from this City side: So early walking did I see your Son: Towards him I made, but he was beware of me, And stole into the covert of the wood, I measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought, where most might not be found: Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my Honour, not pursuing his And gladly shunned, who gladly fled from me. My Noble Uncle do you know the cause? Have you importuned him by any means? Good morrow Cousin. But new struck nine. It was: what sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? In love. Of love. Alas that love so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof. No Coze, I rather weep. At thy good hearts oppression. Soft I will go along. And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love? Groan, why no: but sadly tell me who. I aimed so near, when I supposed you loved. A right fair mark, fair Coze, is soonest hit. Then she hath sworn, that she will still live chased? Be ruled by me, forget to think of her. By giving liberty unto thine eyes, Examine other beauty's, I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. Tut man, one fire burns out another's burning, One pai e is lesned by another's anguish: Turn giddy, and be help by backward turning: One desperate grief, cures with another's languish: Take thou some new infection to the eye, And the rank poison of the old will die. For what I pray thee? Why Romeo art thou mad? At this same ancient Feast of Capulets Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so loves: With all the admired Beauty's of Verona, Go thither and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy Swan a Crow. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in that Crystal scales, let there be waid, Your Ladies love against some other Maid That I will show you, shining at this Feast, And she show scant shell, well, that now shows best. The date is out of such prolixity, Weel have no Cupid, hood winkt with a scarf, Bearing a Tartars painted Bow of lath, Skaring the Ladies Like a Crow-keeper. But let them measure us by what they will, Weel measure them a Measure, and be gone. Come knock and enter, and no sooner in, But every man betake him to his legs. This wind you talk of blows us from our selves, Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Strike Drum. Away, be gone, the sport is at the best. Romeo, my Cozen Romeo, Romeo. He ran this way and leapt this Orchard wall. Call good Mercutio : Nay, I'll conjure too. And if he hear thee thou wilt anger him. Come, he hath hid himself among these Trees To be consorted with the Humorous night: Blind is his Love, and best befits the dark. Go then, for it's in vain to seek him here That means not to be found. Not to his Father's, I spoke with his man. Tibalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a Let ter to his Father's house. Romeo will answer it. Nay, he will answer the Letters Master how he dares, being dared. Why what is Tibalt? The what? Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo. Stop there, stop there. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. She will endite him to some Supper. I pray thee good Mercutio lets retire, The day is hight, the Capulets abroad: And if we meet, we shall not escape a brawl, for now these hight days, is the mad blood stirring. Am I Like such a Fellow? And what too? And I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy the Fee-simple of my life, for and hour and a quarter. By my head here comes the Capulets. We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place, Or reason coldly of your grievances: Or else depart, here all eyes gaze on us. What art thou hurt? Oh Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's is dead, That Gallant spirit hath aspired the Clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Here comes the Furious Tybalt back again. Romeo, away be gone: The Citizens are up, and Tybalt slain, Stand not amazed, the Prince will Doom thee death If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away. Why dost thou stay? There lies that Tybalt. Oh Noble Prince, I can discover all The unlucky Manage of this fatal brall: There lies the man slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman brave Mercutio. Tybalt here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay, Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the Quarrel was, and urged withal Your high displeasure: all this uttered, With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalts deaf to peace, but that he Tilts With Piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, Who all as hight, turns deadly point to point, And with a Martial scorn, with one hand beats Cold death aside, and with the other sends It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud, Hold Friends, Friends partly, and swifter then his tongue, His aged arm beats down their fatal points, And betwixt them rushes, underneath whose arm, And envious thrust from Tybalt, hit the life Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled. But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertained Revenge, And too't they go Like lightning, for ere I Could draw to partly them, was stout Tybalt slain: And as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly: This is the truth, or let Benuolio die. See where he comes, so please you step aside, I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.