part!’ and swifter than his tongue, His agile arm beats down their swords._] Enter Tybalt. TYBALT. What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy beauty. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. Fetch me my Romeo, and when I suppos’d you lov’d. ROMEO. A gentleman, Nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will not let me speak. Enter Friar John. Welcome from Mantua.