Benvolio - Nephew to Montgue and Friend to Romeo:
Part fools!
[Benvolio grabs his sword and walks in the fight. The soldiers in the streets continue to sword fight each others]
Benvolio - Nephew to Montgue and Friend to Romeo:
Put up your swords! Put up your swords!
[Benvolio breaks up the fight and some soldiers stops fighting. Tybalt shows up]
Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet:
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death!
Benvolio - Nephew to Montgue and Friend to Romeo:
I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword. Or manage it to part these men with me.
[Tybalt walks right up to Benvolio while holding his sword and talks right at his face]
Tybalt - Nephew to Lady Capulet:
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!
[Tybalt fights against Benvolio in a duel. The women scream. The soldiers continue to fight until Prince Escalus and his guards on horses come into the streets and the fighting stops]
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