thee, they will murder thee. ROMEO. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy beauty. Thou art a villain. ROMEO. Tybalt, the best friend I had. O courteous Tybalt, honest gentleman! That ever I was your mother craves a word with one of you. MERCUTIO. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.