i do protest i never injured thee but love thee better than thou canst devise till thou shalt know the reason of my love; and so good Capulet, which mine own, be satisfied.
Good king of Cats, nothing but one of your nine lives. That I mean to make bold withal, and, as you shall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight. A plague o' both your houses!
Now, Tybalt, take the 'villain' back again that late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, stayingfor thine to keep him company. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished; Romeo that kill'd him is