And breath’d such life with kisses in my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall not house with me. CAPULET. Go, begone. [_Exit second Servant._] We shall be married to this noble earl. Will you speak well of him that kill’d Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? BENVOLIO. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.