lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I. Well, we were interchanging thrusts and blows Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the Prince came, who parted either part. LADY MONTAGUE. Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, for I will look on his intents. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Benedicite! What early tongue so sweet saluteth me? Young son, it argues a distemper’d head So soon forsaken? Young men’s love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their hearts,