Brave Mercutio, put ye saber away and walk away.
Mercutio
Come on, matey, dead men tell no tales.
Mercutio and Tybalt Fight
Romeo
Take out ye saber, Benvolio. Let’s beat down their cursed sabers before someone gets hurt! Buccaneers, stop 'tis brutle cutlass skirmish. Tybalt, Mercutio, th' Prince has banned skirmishes in th' streets 'o Verona. Heave to, Tybalt! Heave to, jolly Mercutio!
Romeo tries to break up the fight.
Tybalt reaches under Romeo’s arm and stabs Mercutio.
Tybalt flees.
Mercutio
I’ve be hurt. May scurvy curse both ye families. I’m heading to Davy Jones locker. Did he get away spit shine?
Benvolio
What, be ye hurt?
Mercutio
Yarr, yarr. It’s only a flesh wound, just a flesh wound. But it’s that be all I can take. Whar