Enter BENVOLIO and
Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight?
Not to his father’s. I spoke with his man.
Why, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline,
5Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father’s house.
A challenge, on my life.
Romeo will answer it.
10Any man that can write may answer a letter.
Nay, he will answer the letter’s master, how he dares,
Alas, poor Romeo! He is already dead, stabbed with a white
wench’s black eye, shot through the ear with a love song,
the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s
butt shaft. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt?
Why, what is Tybalt?
More than Prince of Cats. Oh, he’s the courageous captain
of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time,
distance, and proportion. He rests his minim rests—one,
two, and the third in your bosom. The very butcher of a silk button,
a duelist, a duelist, a gentleman of the very first house of the
first and second cause. Ah, the immortal