A SCRATCH!
Romeo: I never injured thee, And so, good Capulet, which name I tender As dearly as mine ow ... be satisfied.
Mercutio: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! Tybalt, you ratcatcher, Will you walk?
Tybalt: What wouldst thou have with me?
Mercutio: Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.
Tybalt: I am for you. (they fight)
Benvolio: Art thou hurt?
Mercutio: Ay, ay, a scratch. A scratch!
Romeo: Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.
Mercutio: 'Twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man. A plague o' both your houses They have made worms' meat of me. (a silent whisper) A plague o' both your houses! Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm.
Romeo: I thought all for the best.
-Next scene-
Romeo: Mercutio's soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company.
Tybalt: Thou, wretched boy, shalt with him hence.
Romeo: (with frightening intensity) Either thou or I, or both, must go with him. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him!
-End-
