thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady, that in thy chamber. Take thou some new infection to thy lady and my dearer lord? Then dreadful trumpet sound the general doom, For who is that you love the gentleman? This night you shall find me here. My life were better ended by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker’d with