Mercutio in your bosom. The very butcher of a silk button, a duelist, Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "the very butcher of a silk button"
Mercutio Alas poor Romeo! He is already dead, stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love-song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt-shaft — and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: "Alas poor Romeo!"
Benvolio Romeo will answer it. Mercutio Any man that can write may answer a letter. Read more about Act 2, Scene 4: Popup Note Index Item: Dueling
Mercutio If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. Romeo, that she were, O, that she were An open-arse, or thou a popp’rin pear! Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "O that she were an open-arse and thou a popp'rin pear"
Mercutio And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "medlars"
