Dear Agony Aunt
My mate is falling in and out of love with girls all the time. He is taking himself way too seriously and so we don’t have as much fun together anymore. How can I get him to loosen up?
I suggest you try and talk to Romeo about this probelm. If this does not work you could always try and distract him.
mercutio even though he is looking for some girls he will always be your friend no matter what just remeber that.
leave him alone, he's ovvy 'ailed'. As a mate you should try to help.
Tough break. Your friend is far too young to be messing around with girls - at his age, it will end only in tears. Of course you want to help him but if you get too involved, it'll be the death of you. How about you both take up Badminton instead? That should stop him mooning about.
Love, Muriel xx
Perhaps you should try listening more to your friend. He obviously has some issues at the moment and, as a friend, you should help him overcome them.
From Shakespeare's Globe
“A plague o’ both your houses”
I am Mercutio, a young gentleman of Verona. I meet with my friends, Romeo and Benvolio, to gate-crash the Capulet’s party. Romeo is in love with Rosaline and so I like to tease him about it. We lose Romeo at the party, but the next morning Benvolio tells me that Tybalt, one of the Capulet’s, has threatened Romeo to a duel. Tybalt comes looking for Romeo, but I decide to have some fun with him. I make Tybalt angry and so he starts a fight with me. Romeo tries to break us up, but Tybalt stabs me. I am angry that the family feud has gone so far and I curse the two families.
bawdy conversation with friends
- good Mercutio [Benvolio 3.1.1]
- gentle Mercutio [Romeo 3.1.81]
- gentleman [Romeo 3.1.108]
- my very friend [Romeo 3.1.109]
- brave Mercutio [Benvolio 3.1.115]
- bold Mercutio [Benvolio 3.1.158]
- stout Mercutio [Benvolio 3.1.168]
O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall
"You have dancing shoes with nimble soles" [1.4.14-5]
"Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace. Thou talk’st of nothing." [1.4.95-6]
" This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves" [1.4.104]
"And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him" [2.1.22]
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound" [2.2.1]
"Thou wast never with me for anything, when thou wast not there for the goose." [2.4.76-7]
"Nay, good goose, bite not" [2.4.79]
"Out upon you. What a man are you?" [2.4.113]
“Courage, man, the hurt cannot be much” [3.1.96]