Tybalt Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man. Mercutio But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery. Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship, in that sense, may call him 'man.' Read more about popup_note_index_item 4388
Mercutio 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 Read more about popup_note_index_item 4386
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 Read more about popup_note_index_item 4385
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Montague But he his own affection's counsellor Is to himself — I will not say how true — Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "keeps his emotions to himself"
