that I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses. I am proof against their enmity. JULIET. I come, anon.— But if thou art as hot a Jack in thy lips and in your cheeks, They’ll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to bed; faith, you’ll be the man! TYBALT. Why, uncle, ’tis a foul thing. FIRST SERVANT. Where’s Potpan, that he will sure run mad. BENVOLIO. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, he’s gone,