Act 3, Scene 1, A Public Place

Blank verse

• The day is hot, the Capels are a broad, 
• And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl, 
• Thou art like one of these fellow that, when he (3.1.2-4)

Couplets

• This day's black fate on more days both depend;
• This but begins the woe others must end. (3.1.116-117)
• Benvolio who begins this bloody fray
• Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did say (3.1.148-149)

End-Stopped Lines
Benvolio: "O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth."(113-115)

Mercutio: "But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear you livery. Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower! Your worship in that sense may call him man." (3.1.55-57)

Mercutio: "A plague a' both houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?" (3.1.88-89)

Run on Lines
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 mine own, be satisfied." (3.1.66-70)

Romeo: "In my behalf--my reputation stained With Tybalt, that an hour" (3.1.108-109)

Benvolio: "With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed-- Could not take truce with the unruly spleen" (3.1.153-154)

Dialogue
Citizen: "Which way ran he that killed Mercutio? Tybaly, that murderer, which way ran he?
Benvolio: "There lies that Tybalt."
Citizen: " Up, sir, go with me. I charge thee in the prince's name obey." (3.1.134-137)
Prince: "Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
Benvolio: "O noble prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
Lady Capulet: "Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child! O prince! O cousin! Husband! O, the blood is spilled of my dear kinsman!..." (3.1.138-147)

Soliloquy
Benvolio: "Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did say. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal Your high displeasure. All this--uttered with gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed--Could not take truce with the unruly spleen Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast;..." (3.1.149-169)