[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 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?
