Benvolio:

Here comes the furious Taybalt back again.

Romeo:

Again,in triumph, and mercutio slain?

Away to heaven, respective lenity,

And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now!

Now, Taybalt, 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.

Taybalt:

Thou wretched boy, that didst consort him here,

Shalt with him hence.

Romeo:

This shall determine that.

They fight, Taybalt falls

Benvolio:

Romeo, away, be gone!

The citizens are up, and Taybalt slain.

Stand not amaz’d, prince will doom thee death

If thou art taken.Hence be gone, away!

Romeo:

O, I am fortune’s fool

Benvolio:

Why dost thou stay?