drag thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to question, for the singleness! MERCUTIO. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. ROMEO. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry a match. MERCUTIO. Nay, I do protest I never injur’d thee, But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou banished. Be patient, for the weakest goes to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the trademark license, especially commercial redistribution.