Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!
Why, what is Tybalt?
More than a Prince of Cats I can tell you that. He fights as you sing pricksong-keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom! A gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause.
Here comes Romeo! here comes Romeo!
Mercutio and Benvolio don't know where Romeo is.