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Ben. O Romeo, Romeo! brave Mercutio's dead;

That gallant spirit hath aspir'd the clouds,

Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

Rom. This day's black fate on more days doth depend;

This but begins the woe others must end.

Ben. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

Rom. Alive! in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-ey'd fury be my conduct now!

Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again

That late thou gav'st 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.

Tyb. Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

Rom. This shall determine that.

They fight. Tybalt falls.

Ben. 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!

Rom. O! I am Fortune's fool.

Ben. Why dost thou stay?

Exit Romeo.

First Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?

Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?

 125 depend; cf. n.

129 respective: considerate

130 conduct: guide

140 doom: condemn to

142 fool: dupe

