Tybalt: What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio. Look upon thy death Benvolio: I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sWord or manage it to part these men with me Tybalt: What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the Word as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee. Have at thee coward!
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