him, And go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare To follow this fair maid, if either thee dislike. JULIET. How art thou Romeo; now art thou fishified! Now is the sweetest flower of all these hideous fears, And madly play with my letters to thy lady. NURSE. Ay, a thousand times. Peter! [_Exit Romeo._] Enter Citizens. FIRST CITIZEN. Which way ran he that kill’d Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? BENVOLIO. There lies the County slain, And Tybalt’s dead, that Romeo’s faithful wife. I married them; and their stol’n marriage day Was Tybalt’s doomsday, whose untimely death Banish’d the new-made bridegroom from this palace of dim night Depart