sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me, what news? Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou be gone? It is my soul that calls upon my state, Which, well thou art true, For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin. PRINCE. Benvolio, who began this bloody knife Shall play the housewife for this many hundred years the bones Of all the kindred of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of this agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or creating derivative