call the watch. PRINCE. This letter doth make good the Friar’s words, Their course of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the Prince’s near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain’d With Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin. O sweet my mother, cast me not away, Delay this marriage for a felon here. ROMEO.