1 If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No.
2 Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain.
3 There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.
4 My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain, And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband.
5 Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd.
6 Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Your high displeasure.
7 But by and by comes back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertain'd revenge, And to't they go like lightning; for, ere I Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; And as he fell did Romeo turn and fly.