ACT III.
1. Scene I. A public Place.
 
[Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.] 
 
Benvolio.
 
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. 
 
Mercutio.
 
Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the
 
confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says
 
'God send me no need of thee!' and by the operation of the second
 
cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. 
 
Benvolio.
 
Am I like such a fellow? 
 
Mercutio.
 
Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in
 
Italy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be
 
moved. 
 
Benvolio.
 
And what to? 
 
Mercutio.
 
Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for
 
one would kill the other.  Thou! why, thou wilt quarrel with a
 
man that hath a hair more or a hair less in his beard than thou
 
hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no
 
other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes;--what eye but such
 
an eye would spy out such a quarrel?  Thy head is as full of
 
quarrels as an egg is full of meat; and yet thy head hath been
 
beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.  Thou hast quarrelled
 
with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened
 
thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun.  Didst thou not fall
 
out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? with
 
another for tying his new shoes with an old riband? and yet thou
 
wilt tutor me from quarrelling! 
 
Benvolio.
 
An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should buy
 
the fee simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. 
 
Mercutio.
 
The fee simple! O simple! 
 
Benvolio.
 
By my head, here come the Capulets. 
 
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