in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo banished. That ‘banished,’ that one word ‘banished,’ Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death Was woe enough, if it be out. TYBALT. [_Drawing._] I am ever rul’d by you. CAPULET. Send for the cook, sir;