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When thou dost see this, thou shalt quote some Shakespeare in thy Journal lest thee and thine be villains!
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!
While I'm not a huge Romeo and Juliet fan, I do love that scene.