Enter Benvolio.
Ben. O Romeo, Romeo! brave Mercutio's dead;
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; 125
This but begins the woe others must end.
Enter Tybalt.
Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven, respective lenity, 129
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again
That late thou gav'st me; for Mercutio's soul
Is but a little way above our heads, 133
Staying for thine to keep him company:
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.
Tyb. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here, 136
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This shall determine that.
Ben. Romeo, away! be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.
Stand not amaz'd: the prince will doom thee death 140
If thou art taken: hence be gone! away!
Rom. O! I am Fortune's fool.
Ben. Why dost thou stay?
Enter Citizens.
First Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? 144
125 depend; cf. n.
129 respective: considerate
130 conduct: guide
140 doom: condemn to
142 fool: dupe
