Mercutio:
Farewell, my faithful friend,
Farewell and forgive me.
Death is running about,
Go away from it’s path...
You are not like all,
Let God keeps you,
People don’t like those,
Who are better than they?

Because of pestilential enmity,
Of two cursed clans
We have to die,
We are shedding blood!
Let better Black Death
Will devastate their houses…
To meet trouble with trouble –
Is your unfortunate lot...

Romeo:
No! Mercutio!
You were like brother for me,
More than brother,
Mercutio!
Life is bitterer than a poison,
Deeper than hell!
You were like brother for me,
More than brother,

Mercutio!

Tybalt!