TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers
- I am hurt.
- A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
- Is he gone, and hath nothing?
- What, art thou hurt?
- Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
- Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
- Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
- No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
- church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
- me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
- am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
- both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
- cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
- rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
- arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
- was hurt under your arm.
- I thought all for the best.
- Help me into some house, Benvolio,
- Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
- They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
- And soundly too: your houses!
Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO
Excerpt from Act 3, Scene 1 of Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare