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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 2] |
Romeo |
338 |
Stay, fellow; I can read.
[Reads]
'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine
uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
assembly: whither should they come?
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2 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 4] |
(stage directions) |
495 |
[Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six
Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others]
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3 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 4] |
Romeo |
596 |
Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.
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4 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 1] |
(stage directions) |
799 |
[Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO]
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5 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 1] |
Benvolio |
803 |
He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:
Call, good Mercutio.
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6 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
(stage directions) |
1158 |
[Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO]
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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
Romeo |
1210 |
Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in
such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
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8 |
Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4] |
(stage directions) |
1300 |
[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
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9 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
(stage directions) |
1498 |
[Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants]
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10 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Benvolio |
1499 |
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
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11 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Tybalt |
1542 |
Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,—
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12 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Romeo |
1584 |
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
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13 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Romeo |
1587 |
Draw, Benvolio; 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!
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14 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
(stage directions) |
1592 |
[TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers]
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15 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
(stage directions) |
1615 |
[Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO]
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16 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Romeo |
1630 |
Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven, respective lenity,
And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
[Re-enter TYBALT]
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.
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17 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
First Citizen |
1651 |
Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
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18 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Benvolio |
1659 |
O noble prince, I can discover all
The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:
There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
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19 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Benvolio |
1669 |
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
Who all as hot, 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, part!' and, swifter than
his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An 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 entertain'd revenge,
And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
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20 |
Romeo and Juliet
[III, 1] |
Prince Escalus |
1700 |
Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?
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