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What art thou drawn, among these heartless Hinds? Turn thee Benuolio, look upon thy death. What draw, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee Coward. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, Good den, a word with one of you. This by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slave Come hither covered with and antique 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. Uncle this is a Montague, our foe: A Villain that is hither come in spite, To scorn at our Solemnity this night. It's he, that Villain Romeo. It fits when such a Villain is a guest, I'll not endure him. Why Uncle, it's a shame. Patience perforce, with wilful choler meeting, Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting: I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall Now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. You shall find me apt enough to that sir, and you will give me occasion. Mercutio thou consortest with Romeo. Well peace be with you sir, here comes my man. Romeo, the love I bear thee, can afford No better term then this: Thou art a Villain. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw. What woulds thou have with me? I am for you. Thou wretched Boy that didst consort him here, Shalt with him hence.