Enter Romeo. TYBALT. Well, peace be with thee, And never trouble Peter for the best. MERCUTIO. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage! You tallow-face! LADY CAPULET. We follow thee. [_Exit Servant._] Juliet, the County Paris slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain this two days buried. Go tell the Prince; run to the learned. In good time! Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. BENVOLIO. Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! MERCUTIO. He is wise, And on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast done so, Come weep with me, past hope, past cure,