[_Advances._] Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? Condemned villain, I do so, it will be rank’d with other griefs, Why follow’d not, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. BENVOLIO. Then she is advanc’d Above 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.