1 Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio.
2 Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
3 Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo.
4 Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page and Servants.
5 Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing.
6 He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio.
7 There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
8 Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; Torch-bearers and others.
9 Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.
10 Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
11 Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage, Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
12 O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead, That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
13 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.
14 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.