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SO in english we are doing R&J

anyways i have to write the following in a bystander's view using some shakespeare language. HELP ME PLEASE and i love u forevera
You dont have to know the book, i just neeed help writing it in shakespeare english. Since this is from a bystanders pov, i can use some different ideas.

Its basically a fight scene where one guy, Tybalt, kills mercution, and romeo, mercutions freind finds and kills tybalt.

I hope someones kind enoguht to read the following and help... or if they no the story already

    Enter TYBALT and others

TYBALT

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

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.

MERCUTIO

    Could you not take some occasion without giving?

TYBALT

    Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--

MERCUTIO

    Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
    thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
    discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall
    make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!

BENVOLIO

    We talk here in the public haunt of men:
    Either withdraw unto some private place,
    And reason coldly of your grievances,
    Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

MERCUTIO

    Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
    I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

    Enter ROMEO

TYBALT

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

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.

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.

ROMEO

    I do protest, I never injured thee,
    But love thee better than thou canst devise,
    Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:
    And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender
    As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.

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?

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.

    Drawing

ROMEO

    Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

MERCUTIO

    Come, sir, your passado.

    They fight

ROMEO

    Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
    Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!
    Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath
    Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:
    Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!

    TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers

MERCUTIO

    I am hurt.
    A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
    Is he gone, and hath nothing?

BENVOLIO

    What, art thou hurt?

MERCUTIO

    Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
    Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

    Exit Page

ROMEO

    Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

MERCUTIO

    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.

ROMEO

    I thought all for the best.

MERCUTIO

    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!

    Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO

ROMEO

    This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
    My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt
    In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
    With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour
    Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,
    Thy beauty hath made me effeminate
    And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!

    Re-enter BENVOLIO

BENVOLIO

    O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
    That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,
    Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

ROMEO

    This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
    This but begins the woe, others must end.

BENVOLIO

    Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

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.

ROMEO

    This shall determine that.

    They fight; TYBALT falls

BENVOLIO

    Romeo, away, be gone!
    The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
    Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,
    If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!

ROMEO

    O, I am fortune's fool!

BENVOLIO

    Why dost thou stay?

    Exit ROMEO

    Enter Citizens, & c

First Citizen

    Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
    Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

BENVOLIO

    There lies that Tybalt.

First Citizen

    Up, sir, go with me;
    I charge thee in the princes name, obey.

    Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others