Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften’d valour’s steel.
Re-enter Benvolio.
BENVOLIO.
O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead,
That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds,
Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.
ROMEO.
This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend;
This but begins the woe others must end.
Re-enter Tybalt.
BENVOLIO.
Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
ROMEO. Again in triumph, and Mercutio slain? Away to heaven respective lenity, And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again That late thou gav’st me, for Mercutio’s soul Is but a little way above our heads,