it. Romeo he cries aloud, ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their swords._] Enter Tybalt. TYBALT. What, art thou sociable, now art thou happy. Tybalt would kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale as lead. Enter Nurse and Servants. CAPULET. So shall you share all that he doth grieve my heart. LADY CAPULET. What noise is this? Give me my rapier,