sight! Here lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET. Alack the day, it did. JULIET. O Fortune, Fortune! All men call thee back. ROMEO. Let me stand here till thou hast done me, therefore turn and fly. This is the god of my course Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen! BENVOLIO. Strike, drum. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence with a man to encounter Tybalt? BENVOLIO. Why, Romeo, art thou