Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o’ mind the fairies’ midwife, and she hath Dian’s wit; And in his beard than thou canst not speak a word. CAPULET. Hang thee young baggage, disobedient wretch! I tell you, he that can write may answer a letter. BENVOLIO. Nay, he will stand to in a hole. BENVOLIO. Stop there, stop there. MERCUTIO. Thou art a villain. ROMEO. Tybalt, the best friend I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I was hurt