BENVOLIO, Mercutio’s PAGE,
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.
5Thou art like one of those 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 it on the drawer when indeed
there is no need.
Am I like such a fellow?
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.
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 quarreling. Thou hast quarreled 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
old ribbon? And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling!