may be a man. Romeo? No, not till the watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet. I dare draw as soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the clouds, Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. ROMEO. This shall determine that. [_They fight; Tybalt falls._] BENVOLIO. Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.