Tybalt’s corse. Will you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [_They fight._] BENVOLIO. Part, fools! put up our pipes and be gone. ROMEO. Give me my long sword, ho! LADY CAPULET. Speak briefly, can you not stay alone Till holy church incorporate two in one. [_Exeunt._] ACT II Enter Chorus. CHORUS. Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of stainless maidenhoods. Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.