Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal
Your high displeasure: all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than
his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand
did slay;
Here is Tybalt, killed by Romeo;
Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him
bethink
How nice the quarrel was, and urged
withal
Your high displeasure:
Romeo spoke nicely to him, tried to get
him to realize how minor the problem was,
and reminded him that you (the Prince)
would be mad:
all this uttered
With gentle breath, calm look, knees
humbly bow'd,
Could not take truce with the unruly spleen
Of Tybalt deaf to peace,
all this said gently, calmly, and in a humble
position couldn’t get hotheaded Tybalt to
listen to his argument against fighting,
but that he tilts
With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,
Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,
And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,
Retorts it:
Instead he aims his sword at Mercutio’s chest,
who is also all worked up, with a fighting attitude
pushes aside the danger of Tybalt’s sword and
aims his own at Tybalt, who pushes it aside
easily:
Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter
than
his tongue,
Romeo shouts out “Stop, you guys! Move
away from each other!” and faster than he
could speak,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose
arm
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio,
His quick arm pushes down their swords
and he runs between them; underneath
his arm Tybalt thrusts his sword and kills
Mercutio,
and then Tybalt fled;
But by and by comes back to Romeo,
Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,
Then Tybalt ran away; but quickly turned
around to face Romeo, who is now
suddenly thinking of revenge
And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I
Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt
slain. And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and
fly.
And they started fighting so fast that
before I could pull out my own sword to
stop them, Tybalt was killed. And when he
died, Romeo ran away.
This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.
Seriously. I swear. Hope to die, stick a
needle in my eye.