Tybalt:
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
[draws sword]
Tybalt:
Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death.
Benvolio:
I do but keep the peace. Now, put away your sword or manage it to part these men with me.
Tybalt:
[laughs]
What? Drawn and you talk of peace? I hate the word as i hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward!
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