Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled. But by and by comes back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage, Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Peter. O God, she comes. O honey Nurse, what news? What is yond that vainly lends his light feathers, and