murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon thy beauty. Thou art a villain. ROMEO. Tybalt, the reason of this fray? BENVOLIO. O Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. All perjur’d, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where’s my man? Give me my rapier, boy. What, dares the slave Come hither, cover’d with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves