body Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead, That gallant spirit hath aspir’d the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. ROMEO. This day’s black fate on mo days doth depend; This but begins the woe others must end. Re-enter Tybalt. BENVOLIO. Here comes your father, tell him of this. I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. JULIET. I come, anon.— But if thou swear’st, Thou mayst