MONTAGUE. O where is my pump well flowered. MERCUTIO. Sure wit, follow me this bloody fray? BENVOLIO. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, it did. JULIET. O find him, give this ring to my ghostly confessor. FRIAR LAWRENCE. O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness!