Speeches (Lines) for Tybalt in "The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet"

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 I, 1, 80
  • What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
    Turn thee, Benvolio, look...
  • What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
    Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.
  • (stage directions). [Enter TYBALT]

    Tybalt. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
    Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

2 I, 1, 84
  • What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
    As I hate hell, all Montag...
  • What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
    As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
    Have at thee, coward!
    [They fight]
    [Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray;
    then enter Citizens, with clubs]
  • Benvolio. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,
    Or manage it to part these men with me.

    Tybalt. What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,
    As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:
    Have at thee, coward!
    [They fight]
    [Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray;
    then enter Citizens, with clubs]

3 I, 5, 676
  • This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dare...
  • This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
    Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
    To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
    Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
    To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
  • Romeo. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
    It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
    Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
    So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
    As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
    The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
    And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
    Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
    For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

    Tybalt. This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
    Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave
    Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,
    To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
    Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,
    To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.

4 I, 5, 683
  • Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
    A villain that is hither come in spite,...
  • Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
    A villain that is hither come in spite,
    To scorn at our solemnity this night.
  • Capulet. Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?

    Tybalt. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,
    A villain that is hither come in spite,
    To scorn at our solemnity this night.

5 I, 5, 687
  • 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
  • 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.
  • Capulet. Young Romeo is it?

    Tybalt. 'Tis he, that villain Romeo.

6 I, 5, 698
  • It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
    I'll not endure him.
  • It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
    I'll not endure him.
  • Capulet. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;
    He bears him like a portly gentleman;
    And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
    To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:
    I would not for the wealth of all the town
    Here in my house do him disparagement:
    Therefore be patient, take no note of him:
    It is my will, the which if thou respect,
    Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,
    And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.

    Tybalt. It fits, when such a villain is a guest:
    I'll not endure him.

7 I, 5, 706
  • Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
  • Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.
  • Capulet. He shall be endured:
    What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;
    Am I the master here, or you? go to.
    You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
    You'll make a mutiny among my guests!
    You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!

    Tybalt. Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.

8 I, 5, 714
  • Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
    Makes my flesh tremble in their...
  • Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
    Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
    I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
    Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
  • Capulet. Go to, go to;
    You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?
    This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:
    You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.
    Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:
    Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!
    I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!

    Tybalt. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting
    Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
    I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall
    Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.

9 III, 1, 1535
  • Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
    Gentlemen, good den: a word with...
  • Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
    Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.
  • (stage directions). [Enter TYBALT and others]

    Tybalt. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
    Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.

10 III, 1, 1539
  • You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
    will give me occasion.
  • You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
    will give me occasion.
  • Mercutio. And but one word with one of us? couple it with
    something; make it a word and a blow.

    Tybalt. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
    will give me occasion.

11 III, 1, 1542
  • Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
  • Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
  • Mercutio. Could you not take some occasion without giving?

    Tybalt. Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

12 III, 1, 1554
  • Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
  • Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
  • (stage directions). [Enter ROMEO]

    Tybalt. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.

13 III, 1, 1558
  • Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
    No better term than this,--thou art a...
  • Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
    No better term than this,--thou art a villain.
  • Mercutio. But I'll be hanged, 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.'

    Tybalt. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
    No better term than this,--thou art a villain.

14 III, 1, 1564
  • Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
    That thou hast done me; therefore tu...
  • Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
    That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
  • Romeo. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
    Doth much excuse the appertaining rage
    To such a greeting: villain am I none;
    Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

    Tybalt. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
    That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.

15 III, 1, 1575
  • What wouldst thou have with me?
  • What wouldst thou have with me?
  • Mercutio. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
    Alla stoccata carries it away.
    [Draws]
    Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?

    Tybalt. What wouldst thou have with me?

16 III, 1, 1582
  • I am for you.
  • I am for you.
  • Mercutio. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
    lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you
    shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the
    eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher
    by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your
    ears ere it be out.

    Tybalt. I am for you.

17 III, 1, 1639
  • Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
    Shalt with him hence.
  • Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
    Shalt with him hence.
  • Romeo. Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
    Away to heaven, respective lenity,
    And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!
    [Re-enter TYBALT]
    Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,
    That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul
    Is but a little way above our heads,
    Staying for thine to keep him company:
    Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.

    Tybalt. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
    Shalt with him hence.

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