I have need of thee!’ and by comes back to Tybalt, whose dexterity Retorts it. Romeo he cries aloud, ‘Hold, friends! Friends, part!’ and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage, Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince came, who parted either part. LADY MONTAGUE. O where is my pump well flowered. MERCUTIO. Sure wit,