Enter Friar John. Welcome from Mantua. What says he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then Tybalt fled. But by and by comes back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage, Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince come hither.