from: Romeo and Juliet... playing part of: Benvolio

O noble Prince, I can discover all the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:  There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, that slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.  Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay!  Romeo that spoke him fair, bid him bethink how nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal your high displeasure;  all this uttered with gentle breath, calm look , knees humbly bowed, could not take truce with unruley spleen of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts with piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast, who, all as hot, torns deadly point to point, and, with the martial scorn, with one hand beats cold death aside, and with the other sends it back to Tybalt, whose dexterity retorts it.  Romeo he cries aloud, "Hold, friends!  Friends, depart!" and swifter that his tongue, his (agile) arm beat down thier fatal points, and 'twixt them rushes;  underneath whose arm an envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;  but by and by comes back to Romeo, who had but newly entemin'd revenge, and to't they go like lightening, for, ere I could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain;  and as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.  This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.