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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 , And ’ twixt them rushes ; underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Of stout Mercutio , and then Tybalt fled . 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 . This is the truth , or let Benvolio die . LADY CAPULET . He is a kinsman to the Montague . Affection makes him false , he speaks not true . Some twenty of them fought in this black strife , And all those twenty could but kill one life . I beg for justice , which thou , Prince , must give ; Romeo slew Tybalt , Romeo must not live . PRINCE . Romeo slew him , he slew Mercutio . Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe ? MONTAGUE . Not Romeo , Prince , he was Mercutio’s friend ; His fault concludes but what the law should end , The life of Tybalt . PRINCE . And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence . I have an interest in your hate’s proceeding , My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a - bleeding . But I’ll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine . I will be deaf to pleading and excuses ; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses . Therefore use none . Let Romeo hence in haste , Else , when he is found , that hour is his last . Bear hence this body , and attend our will . Mercy but murders , pardoning those that kill . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE II . A Room in Capulet’s House . Enter Juliet .
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