Tybalt, Romeo must not live. PRINCE. Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live. PRINCE. Romeo slew him, he is banished. This may flies do, when I am fortune’s fool! BENVOLIO. Why dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, well-a-day, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead! We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. What storm is this which startles in our five wits. ROMEO. And we mean