[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, &c.]
1 CITIZEN.
Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?
Tybalt, that murderer, 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.
