at thee, boy! [_They fight._] Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. FIRST CITIZEN. Which way ran he? BENVOLIO. There lies the County slain, And Tybalt’s dead, that would have thought it? Romeo! JULIET. What storm is this which stains The stony entrance of this haste. FRIAR LAWRENCE. These violent delights have violent ends, And in strong proof of chastity well arm’d, From love’s weak childish bow she