If Mercutio became a real person and wrote a diary, what would he write as a response to the happenings in Act 3?
You will not believe what happened today! Benvolio and I were walking down the street talking about Romeo. Something's been up with him lately; he hasn't been hanging out with us much. It was hot, and we knew something bad was about to happen, when Benvolio said, "By my head, here come the Capulets." I didn't care- you know I'm not afraid of them.
Tybalt sauntered over, like he was something important looking for Romeo. He was still upset that we crashed his family's party, so he wanted to challenge Romeo to a dual. Romeo came over, and was actually being nice to that vile Capulet! He kept trying to talk nicely to him, but Tybalt kept pushing and insulting Romeo. You know I couldn't stand there and let him play my friend like that, so I had to do something. Tybalt tried to turn on me, like I would be afraid to fight. I said,
Good King of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives.
That I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use
me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. Will you
pluck your sword out of his pitcher by the ears? Make
haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.
Romeo didn't seem happy that I was standing up for him. He stood between us trying to break up the fight. Tybalt stabbed me under Romeo's arm.
It wasn't Romeo's fault. It wasn't my fault. I was just trying to help a friend. Blame Tybalt for my death. He couldn't help but try to fight Romeo because of their family's feud. Hopefully my death won't be in vain and they will learn- or else "A plague o’ both your houses!"