his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain’d With Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour and a blow. TYBALT. You shall find me here. My life were better ended by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker’d with peace, to part these men with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those that kill.