Follow me close, for I will speak to them. Gentlemen, good e'en. A word with one of you.
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore, farewell. I see thou know’st me not.
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw.
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?
Alive in triumph—and Mercutio slain! Away to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now. Now, Tybalt, take the “villain” back again That late thou gavest me, for Mercutio’s soul Is but a little way above our heads, Staying for thine to keep him company. Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
This shall determine that.
Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here Shalt with him hence.
Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain. Stand not amazed. The Prince will doom thee death If thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away!
Tybalt started the fight before he was killed by Romeo.