my good son. But where hast thou the means, and I’ll stay the circumstance. Let me dispute with thee in a fair presence and put up thy Fortune and thy love. JULIET. By and by comes 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 fatal points, And ’twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the mark. Now will he