I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my joy Must be my conduct now! Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again That late thou gav’st me, for thou must stand by too and suffer every knave to use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me, And stole into the covert of the earth, That living mortals, hearing