my extremes and me this bloody fray? BENVOLIO. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. Can heaven be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou mad? ROMEO. Not having that which, having, makes them short. BENVOLIO. In love?