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R&J/ 3.1.75-81

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TYBALT

What wouldst thou have with me?

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.

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One Response to “R&J/ 3.1.75-81”

  1. ‘NOTHING’ in Shakespeare « Nothing Says:
    May 15, 2009 at 9:13 pm | Reply

    [...] here’s my fiddlestick;” (3.1.45-48); “nothing but one of your nine lives” (3.1.75-81); “Is he gone, and hath nothing?” (3.1.3); “she says nothing sir, but weeps and [...]

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