15741549Ro. O I am fortunes foole.

15751550Ben. Why dost thou stay?

15781553Citti. Which way ran he that kild Mercutio?

15791554Tybalt that mutherer, which way ran he?

15801555Ben. There lies that Tybalt.

15811556Citi. Vp sir, go with me:

15821557I charge thee in the Princes name obey.

15851560Prin. Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

15861561Ben. O Noble Prince, I can discouer all:

15871562The vnluckie mannage of this fatall brall,

15881563There lies the man slaine by young Romeo,

15891564That slew thy kisman, 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 kisman, Prince as thou art true,

15931568For bloud of ours, shead bloud of Mountague.

15941569O Cozin, Cozin.

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 displeasure 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 breast,

16041579Who all as hot, turnes deadly poynt to poynt,

16051580And with a Martiall scorne, with one hand beates

16061581Cold death aside, and with the other sends

16071582It backe to Tybalt, whose dexteritie

16081583Retorts it, Romeo he cries aloud,

16091584Hold friends, friends part, and swifter then his tongue,