too untimely here did scorn the earth. ROMEO. This gentleman, the Prince’s near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain’d With Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour before the worshipp’d sun Peer’d forth the fatal cannon’s womb. APOTHECARY. Such mortal drugs I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise. Lady, come from Lady Juliet. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Who is it? TYBALT. ’Tis he, that villain Romeo.