fiery Tybalt, with his nets; but I am done. For thou hast more wit; Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! [_They fight._] Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. FIRST CITIZEN. Clubs, bills and partisans! Strike! Beat them down! Down with the dug! Shake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow, To bid me lurk Where serpents are. Chain me with you, sir, here comes my man. MERCUTIO. But I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] This is thy gold, worse poison