[Re-enter Benvolio.]
BENVOLIO.
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
ROMEO.
This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
This but begins the woe others must end.
BENVOLIO.
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
ROMEO.
Alive in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
Away to heaven respective lenity,
And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now! —
[Re-enter Tybalt.]
Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again
That late thou gavest 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.
