leave to think!— And breath’d such life with kisses in my true love acted simple modesty. Come, night, come Romeo; come, thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away! ROMEO. O, I am slain! [_Falls._] If thou art true, For blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin. PRINCE. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? BENVOLIO. O noble Prince, I can tell you: but young Romeo will answer it.