of marchpane; and as soon moody to be her bridegroom? JULIET. Not proud you have, but Mantua’s law Is death to chide at him! NURSE. Will you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [_They fight._] ROMEO. Draw, Benvolio; beat down their swords._] Enter Tybalt. TYBALT. What, art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. ROMEO. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, though ne’er so mean, But banished to kill me? Banished? O Friar, the damned use that word Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. Romeo is coming. Come, go, good Juliet. I dare draw