The most lamentable Tragedie
15781553Citti. Which way ran he that kild
Mercutio?
15791554Tybalt that mutherer, which way ran he?
15821557I charge thee in the Princes name obey.
15831558 Enter Prince, olde Mountague, Capulet, 15851560Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
15861561Ben. O Noble Prince, I can di
scouer all:
15871562The vnluckie mannage of this fatall brall,
15881563There lies the man
slaine by young
Romeo, 15891564That
slew thy ki
sman, braue
Mercutio. 15901565 Capu.Wi. Tybalt, my Cozin, O my brothers child,
15911566O Prince, O Cozen, husband, O the bloud is
spild
15921567Of my deare ki
sman, Prince as thou art true,
15931568For bloud of ours,
shead bloud of Mountague.
15951570Prin. Benuolio, who began this bloudie fray?
15961571 Ben. Tybalt here
slain, whom
Romeos hand did
slay,
15971572Romeo that
spoke him faire, bid him bethinke
15981573How nice the quarell was, and vrgd withall
15991574Your high di
splea
sure all this vttered,
16001575With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bowed
16011576Could not take truce with the vnruly
spleene
16021577Of
Tybalt deafe to peace, but that he tilts
16031578With piercing
steele at bold
Mercutios brea
st,
16041579Who all as hot, turnes deadly poynt to poynt,
16051580And with a Martiall
scorne, with one hand beates
16061581Cold death a
side, and with the other
sends
16071582It backe to
Tybalt, who
se dexteritie
16081583Retorts it,
Romeo he cries aloud,
16091584Hold friends, friends part, and
swifter then his tongue,
His