Aside. Villain and he be many miles asunder.⁠— God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.

Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!

We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banish’d runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustom’d dram, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.