TYBALT.

Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

Shalt with him hence.


ROMEO.

This shall determine that.


 [They fight; Tybalt falls.]
BENVOLIO.

Romeo, away, be gone!

The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.

Stand not amaz’d. The Prince will doom thee death

If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!


ROMEO.

O, I am fortune’s fool!


BENVOLIO.

Why dost thou stay?


 [Exit Romeo.]
 Enter Citizens.
FIRST CITIZEN.

Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio?

Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?


BENVOLIO.

There lies that Tybalt.


FIRST CITIZEN.

Up, sir, go with me.

I charge thee in the Prince’s name obey.


 Enter Prince, attended;

Montague, Capulet, their

Wives and others.
PRINCE.

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?


BENVOLIO.

O noble Prince, I can discover all

The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.

There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,

That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.


LADY CAPULET.

Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother’s child!

O Prince! O husband! O, the blood is spill’d

Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,

For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.

O cousin, cousin.


PRINCE.

Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?


BENVOLIO.

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay;

Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink

How nice the quarrel was, and urg’d withal

Your high displeasure. All this uttered

With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow’d

Could not take truce with the unruly spleen

Of Tybalt, deaf to peace, but that he tilts

With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast,

Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,

And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats

Cold death aside, and with the other sends

It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity

Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,

‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue,

His agile arm beats down their fatal points,