1 Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
2 Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd.
3 Alack the day, he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead.
4 Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
5 Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy.
6 Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished, Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.
7 Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly, for one would kill the other.
8 Some twenty of them fought in this black strife, And all those twenty could but kill one life.
9 Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd.
10 Then comes she to me, And with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, Or in my cell there would she kill herself.