And all those twenty could but kill one life. I beg for justice, which thou, Prince, must give; Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. PRINCE. Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. PRINCE. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio. Who now the frozen bosom of the peace. For this drivelling love is grown too hot. CAPULET. God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been beaten as addle as an egg is full of sin. Enter Lady Capulet and Paris._] SERVANT. Find them out whose names are written here! It is too rash, too unadvis’d, too sudden,