1 Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.
2 O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had.
3 Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse.
4 Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
5 Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there.
6 Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished, Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
7 Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father's house.
8 I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give; Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.
9 My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain, And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband.
10 Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting.
11 Not Romeo, Prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end, The life of Tybalt.
12 Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage, Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince expressly hath Forbid this bandying in Verona streets.
13 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.
14 But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly.
15 I drew to part them, in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd, Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds, Who nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn.
16 Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
17 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.
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