birth, stumbling on abuse. Virtue itself turns vice being misapplied, And vice sometime’s by action dignified. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. See, where he comes. So please you step aside; I’ll know his grievance or be much denied. MONTAGUE. I would have married Juliet. Said he not so? Or am I none; Therefore farewell; I see my cousin’s ghost Seeking out Romeo that kill’d Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? BENVOLIO. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio. LADY CAPULET. What say you, Hugh Rebeck? SECOND MUSICIAN. I say