“Turn thee, Benvolio, my foe,
And look upon thy death.
The Fate of all has come to this,
There’s really nothing left.”

“Tybalt, I do but keep the peace.
I’m trying to part these men.
Part them with me.
We can’t afford
To tick the Prince off again.
You know this would be the last straw.
This feud of ours must be decided
In a truce, and thus, a draw.
Why are you so darn excited?”