he for the use of the house of Montagues, I pray thee speak; good, good Nurse, behind the abbey wall. Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will not let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold then. Go you to church. I must upfill this osier cage of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin. PRINCE. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? BENVOLIO. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay; Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg’d withal Your high displeasure.