https://voca.ro/1neD8ohBL4Mv>ACT 3, SCENE 1>[A street. TEAMATE, DEADBEAT & Servants]>DEADBEATI pray thee, good Teamate, let's retire.
The day is hot, the Nijifags abroad,
And if we meet we shall not 'scape a brawl,
For now these long days is the mad blood stirring.
>TEAMATE Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters
the confines of a thread, claps his bait upon the
table and says, "God send me no need of thee!"
and by the end of the second cup,
draws it on the meido, when
there is no need.
>DEADBEATAm I like such a fellow?
>TEAMATECome, come, thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as
any in /vt/, and as soon moved to be moody, and as
soon moody to be moved.
>DEADBEATAnd what to?
>TEAMATE [pretending he meant "two"]Nay, and there were two such, we should have
none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou?
Why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that is a hair
more or a hair less in agreement with thy own post. Thou
wilt quarrel with a treerat for cracking nuts, having no
other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes. What
eye but your own would spy out such a quarrel?
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of
dox, and yet thy head hath been beaten as scrambled as
an egg for quarreling. Thou hast quarreled with a
man for shouting in the street, because he hath
wakened thy dog that hath lain dead in the aka.
Didst thou not fall out with a Hooman for wearing his
new outfit before your 3D? With a Sapling for tying
his new shoes with recycled lace? And yet thou wilt
reprimand ME from quarreling?
>DEADBEATIf I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man should
buy the simple-fee of my services for an hour and a quarter.
>TEAMATEThe simple-fee! O, simple indeed!
>[TYBALT & other Nijifags enter]>DEADBEATBy my skull, here come the Nijifags.
>TEAMATEBy my heel, I care not!
