| Tybalt: Romeo, the hate I bear you deserves no better name, you are a scallywag!... Argh!
Romeo: Tybalt, the reason I have to love you does much excuse the great rage to such a greeting. I am not a scallywag. I see you don't know me.
Tybalt: Lad, you are a curse upon me with no cure. En Garde!
Romeo: Nay, I have caused no curse. I love you more then you know, until you know the reason of my love. An so, good Capulet- which is a name I care for as much as my own- be satisfied.
Mercution: Calm talk is vile and dishonorable! That thrust carries it away. Tybalt, you scallywag, will you fight.
Tybalt: Argh?
Mercutio: Good kind of cats, nothing but one of you nine lives, that I meant to take. Depending on your disposition after, I might beat the rest. Will you draw? Hurry, or my blade will be at yo ear before you can have yours out.
Tybalt: Argh!
Romeo: Mercutio, put you sword away.
Mercutio: Come sir, you thrust.
Romeo: Draw, Benvolio. Beat down their weapon. Tybalt,Mercution! The prince has forbade fights in the streets of Verona. Stop
Tybalt, Stop Mercutio!
[Mercution is stabbed]
Pertucio: Run away!
[They leave] | 
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