thought i'd do a bit of shakespeare (strangely it probably makes more sense to me

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Script / T-to-tha-izzext of Act III Romeo n Juliet
ACT III
SCENE I. A public place.
Enta MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, n Servants
BENVOLIO
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hizzot, tha Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shiznall not scape a brawl;
For niznow, these hot days, is tha buggin` blood stirr'n.
MERCUTIO
Tizzle art like one of those fellows that when he
enta tha confines of a tavern claps me his sword
upon tha table n sez 'God send me no need of
thee!' n by tha operation of tha second cup draws
it on tha gangsta wizzle indeed there is no need.
BENVOLIO
Am I like sizzay a fellow?
MERCUTIO
Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
any in Italy, n as soon moved ta be moody, n as
soon moody ta be moved.
BENVOLIO
And whizzay to?
MERCUTIO
Nizzle an there were two such, we should have none
shortly, fo` one would kill tha pusha. Thou! why,
thou wilt quarrel wit a dawg tizzy hath a hair more,
or a hizzy less, in his beard, thiznan thou hizzast: thou
wizzle quarrel wit a dawg fo` crack'n nizzay hav'n no
wanna be gangsta reason but coz thou hast hazel eyes: wizzle
eye but S-to-tha-izzuch an eye would spy out sizzuch a quarrel?
Thy heezee is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of
meat, n yet thy heezee hizzle been beaten as addle as
an egg fo` quarrell'n: thou hizzast quarrelled wit a
dawg fo` ridin' in tha street, coz he hizzy
wakened thy dogg thiznat hizzle lain asleep in tha sun:
didst thou not fall out wit a tailor fo` wear'n
his new doublet before Gangsta? wit wanna be gangsta fo`
tying his new shoes wit old riband? n yet thou
wizzy tutor me F-R-to-tha-izzom sippin'!
BENVOLIO
An I were so apt ta quarrel as thou art, any dawg
should buy tha fee-simple of mah life fo` an hour n a quarta.
MERCUTIO
The fee-simple! O simple!
BENVOLIO
By mah heezee, here come tha Capulets.
MERCUTIO
By mah heel, I care not.
Nigga TYBALT n killa