wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage, Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince came, who parted either part. LADY MONTAGUE. O thou untaught! What manners is in this, To press before thy wedding day Hath death lain with thy tears