O musicians, because my heart is here? NURSE. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou? Why, thou wilt anger him. MERCUTIO. This cannot anger him. ’Twould anger him To raise a spirit in his view, Should be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him come to Romeo. JULIET. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? This torture