Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cap. Wi. O Cozin, Cozin.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Benuolio, who began this Fray?
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Tybalt here slaine, whom Romeo's hand slay,
Ben. Romeo that spoke him faire, bid him bethinke
Ben. How nice the Quarrell was, and vrg'd withall
Ben. Your high displeasure: all this vttered,
Ben. With gentle breath, calme looke, knees humbly bow'd
Ben. Could not take truce with the vnruly spleene
Ben. Of Tybalts deafe to peace, but that he Tilts
Ben. With Peircing steele at bold Mercutio's breast,
Ben. Who all as hot, turnes deadly point to point,
Ben. And with a Martiall scorne, with one hand beates
Ben. Cold death aside, and with the other sends
Ben. It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
Ben. Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
Ben. Hold Friends, Friends part, and swifter then his tongue,
Ben. His aged arme beats downe their fatall points,
Ben. And twixt them rushes, vnderneath whose arme,