"The sting of a hot, sharp slash 'round my middle
awakes my mind from its senseless bloodlust.
My grip gives way, and my sword clatters to the cobblestones.
I am deaf to anyone, only blazing pain and the mad rush of the sea's waves against rocks I can hear.
I stumble backwards and grasp my stomach, gasping as I feel the skin deeply sliced in two.
I feel the thick, warm blood as it pours from me, and look down to see myself covered in my own blood.
What is this? O, that damnéd King of Cats hath gouged me with his hated claws of steel!
No, tis nothing, my friends. A scratch, a scratch. You need not worry of me.
Yet another wave of agony washes over me, and I double over and fall to my knees.
Will this not end already?! This is not Mercutio's way! He does not feel pain, only joy and humor thrives in his life! The world is a joke, and I the sole one who knows of the punch-line!
Why, Romeo? Why had you come between us? I could have well fought back that rat-catcher without your mista'en assistance!
Ah, yes, my good friend, you hath always been the one who thinks of the best.
Benvolio, help me! Get me into some house, for I will not die so shamefully out in the open street.
Your houses!
It matters not now whither I die, just to escape the torment quick. The unbearable torture!
I vaguely sense my friend laying me down near the side of the street, as my eyes are clouded with my affliction.
What's this I see, slowly driving o'er my wound? Is it my misty mind making this up as a final jest, or am I seeing this truly?
Yes! I believe it is so! None other than Queen Mab hath driven her minuscule carriage across the gape in my stomach! Why, now is my pain gone, or is it only this muddled dream?
O Mab, please, come and take mine pain away from me! Lead me into thine world of dream and enchantment and purge me of this accursed and grave world!
I close my eyes, and her wagon-wheels cross my heart.
I am lastly at peace. My dream has ended.
Mercutio is dead."
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