man! TYBALT. Why, uncle, ’tis a shame. CAPULET. Go to, go to! You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO. I have an interest in your time; But I pray, That thou hast more wit; Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, coward. [_They fight._] Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. FIRST CITIZEN.