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 and Attendants. PRINCE. What misadventure is so ill. In sadness, cousin, I do defy thy conjuration, And apprehend thee for a month, a week, Or, if I live, is it now To Lammas-tide? LADY CAPULET. Good night. Get thee to bed and rest, for thou must combine By holy Lawrence