Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ben. An enuious thrust from Tybalt, hit the life
Ben. Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled.
Ben. But by and by comes backe to Romeo,
Ben. Who had but newly entertained Reuenge,
Ben. And too't they goe like lightning, for ere I
Ben. Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slaine:
Ben. And as he fell, did Romeo turne and flie:
Ben. This is the truth, or let Benuolio die.
Cap. Wi. Cap. Wi.
Cap. Wi. He is a kinsman to the Mountague,
Cap. Wi. Affection makes him false, he speakes not true:
Cap. Wi. Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife,
Cap. Wi. And all those twenty could but kill one life.
Cap. Wi. I beg for Iustice, which thou Prince must giue:
Cap. Wi. Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not liue.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio,
Prin. Who now the price of his deare blood doth owe.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Not Romeo Prince, he was Mercutios Friend,