to that; Say either, and I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] This is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou art true, For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin. PRINCE. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? BENVOLIO. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s