Noe not so deepe as a Well, nor so wide as a barne doore, but it will serve I warrant. What meant you to come betweene us? I was hurt under your arme.
Rom.
I did all for the best.
Mer.
A poxe of your houses, I am fairely drest. Sirra goe fetch me a Surgeon.
Boy.
I goe my Lord.
Mer.
I am pepperd for this world, I am sped yfaith, he hath made wormes meate of me, and ye aske for me to morrow you shall finde me a grave man. A poxe of your houses, I shall be fairely mounted upon four mens shoulders: For your house of the Mountegues and the Capolets and then some peasantly rogue, some Sexton, some base slave shall write my Epitaph, that Tybalt came and broke the Princes Lawes, and Mercutio was slaine for the first and second cause. Wher's the Surgeon?
Boy.
Hee's come sir.
Mer.
Now heele keepe a mumbling in my guts on the other side, come Benvolio, lend me thy hand: a poxe of your houses.[Exeunt.
The following corresponds in Q 1 to IV. i. 77 to end of scene:
Jul.
Oh bid me leape (rather than marrie Paris From off the battlements of yonder tower:
