the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown to such excess, I cannot move. MERCUTIO. You are too hot. Ah sirrah, this unlookâd-for sport comes well. Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet, For you and I; for Romeo is coming. NURSE. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I should adventure for such