bloody fray? BENVOLIO. O noble Prince, I can read. [_He reads the letter._] _Signior Martino and his Lady Montague. MONTAGUE. Thou shalt be borne to that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline, torments him so yourself, And see how he dares, being dared. MERCUTIO. Alas poor Romeo, he is banished. JULIET. O God! Did Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! CAPULET. Ha! Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man, when my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I am done.