This but begins the woe others must end.  
_Benvolio._ Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.  
_Re-enter_ TYBALT  
_Romeo._ Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!  
Away to heaven, respective lenity,  
And fire-eyed 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,  
Staying for thine to keep him company;  
Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.  
_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, _etc._  
_1 Citizen._ Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?  
Tybalt, that murtherer, which way ran he?  
_Benvolio._ There lies that Tybalt.  
_1 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 cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt  
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;  

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