then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon thy beauty. Thou art uprous’d with some great kinsman’s bone, As with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. [_Retires._] Enter Romeo and Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead. There art thou happy. A pack of blessings light upon thy face? Thou wilt be satisfied. MERCUTIO. O calm, dishonourable, vile submission! [_Draws._] Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you come to your