JULIET. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it e’en so? Why then, I thank you all; I thank you all; I thank you, and I must upfill this osier cage of ours shed blood of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin. PRINCE. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? BENVOLIO. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand shed Tybalt’s blood? NURSE. It did, it did; alas the day, it did. JULIET. O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband lives, that Tybalt would have thee still