ACT III. Scene I. A public Place. [Enter Mercutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.] Benvolio. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: The day is hot, the Capulets abroad, And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Mercutio. Thou art like one of these […]

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