Romeo and Juliet (1936)

Basil Rathbone: Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet

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Quotes 

• Benvolio - Nephew to Montgue and Friend to Romeo : Part fools!

  [Benvolio grabs his sword and walks in the fight. The soldiers in the streets continue to sword fight each others] 

  Benvolio - Nephew to Montgue and Friend to Romeo : Put up your swords! Put up your swords!

  [Benvolio breaks up the fight and some soldiers stops fighting. Tybalt shows up] 

  Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet : What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death!

  Benvolio - Nephew to Montgue and Friend to Romeo : I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword. Or manage it to part these men with me.

  [Tybalt walks right up to Benvolio while holding his sword and talks right at his face] 

  Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet : What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!

  [Tybalt fights against Benvolio in a duel. The women scream. The soldiers continue to fight until Prince Escalus and his guards on horses come into the streets and the fighting stops] 

• Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet : What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!

• Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet : Gentlemen, good day. A word with one of you.

  Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow.

  Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet : You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and you will give me occasion.

  Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : Could you not take some occasion without giving?

• Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet : Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo.

  Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but discords.

  [draws his sword] 

  Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : Here's my fiddlestick. Here's that will make you dance. Zounds, "consort"!

• Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : Calm dishonourable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt! You ratcatcher, will you walk?

  Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet : What wouldst thou have with me?

  Mercutio - Kinsman to the Prince and Friend to Romeo : Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives!

  [draws his sword]