again. ROMEO. As if that name, for fault of a worse. NURSE. You say well. MERCUTIO. Yea, is the god of my grief? O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in his view, Should be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. 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 shall determine that. [_They fight; Tybalt falls._] BENVOLIO. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.