15481187Thy beautie makes me thus effeminate,

15491188And in my temper softens valors steele.

15511190Ben: Ah Romeo Romeo braue Mercutio is dead,

15521191That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the cloudes,

15531192Which too vntimely scornd the lowly earth.

15541193Rom: This daies black fate,on more daies doth depend

15551194This but begins what other dayes must end.

15571196Ben: Heere comes the furious Tibalt backe againe.

15581197Rom: A liue in tryumph and Mercutio slaine?

15591198Away to heauen respectiue lenity:

15601199And fier eyed fury be my conduct now.

15611200Now Tibalt take the villaine backe againe,

15621201Which late thou gau'st me: for Mercutios soule,

15631202Is but a little way aboue the cloudes,

15641203And staies for thine to beare him company.

15651204Or thou, or I, or both shall follow him.

15701206Ben: Romeo away, thou seest that Tibalt's slaine,

15711207The Citizens approach, away, begone

15731208Thou wilt be taken.

15741209Rom: Ah I am fortunes slaue.

15781212Watch: Wher's he that slue Mercutio, Tybalt that vil-

15791213laine?

15801214Ben: There is that Tybalt.

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