Mer. By my heel, I care not.
Tyb. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
Gentlemen, good den! a word with one of you.
Mer. And but one word with one of us?
Couple it with something; make it a word and
a blow. 44
Tyb. You shall find me apt enough to that,
sir, an you will give me occasion.
Mer. Could you not take some occasion with-
out giving? 48
Tyb. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,—
Mer. Consort! What! dost thou make us
minstrels? an thou make minstrels of us, look
to hear nothing but discords: here's my fiddle-
stick; here's that shall make you dance.
'Zounds! consort!
Ben. We talk here in the public haunt of men:
Either withdraw unto some private place, 56
Or reason coldly of your grievances,
Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
Mer. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. 60
Enter Romeo.
Tyb. Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.
Mer. But I'll be hang'd, 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.'
Tyb. Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this, thou art a villain.
50 consort: with a play on the meaning, 'harmonious music'
54 'Zounds: oath, contracted from 'God's wounds'
63 field: battle
