What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered and is Tybalt dead? My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom, for who is living if those two are gone?
O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had! O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman, that ever I should live to see thee dead.
It did, it did, alas the day, it did.
O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Tybalt is gone and Romeo banishèd. Romeo that killed him- he is banishèd.