Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath Forbidden bandying in Verona streets: Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio! 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?

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, ’tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Exit Page.