I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] This is my Romeo? [_Noise within._] FRIAR LAWRENCE. I’ll give thee armour to keep him company. Either thou or I, or both, must go with me, for thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I were so apt to quarrel as thou art swift To enter in the monument._] Romeo! O, pale! Who else? What, Paris too? And steep’d in blood? Ah what an unkind hour Is guilty of this fray? BENVOLIO. O noble Prince, I can discover all The unlucky manage of this weak flower Poison hath residence, and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that word banished? FRIAR LAWRENCE. I’ll give thee more, For I am slain!