Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords; you know not what you do. Tybalt enters Tybalt: What, art thou drawn among these hartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death. Benvolio: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tybalt: What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!Scene i

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