[My very friend], hath got his mortal hurt
In my behalf; my reputation stain'd
With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour
Hath been my [cousin]!—O sweet Juliet,
Thy beauty hath made me effeminate,
And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!
Re-enter Benvolio
Benvolio. O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
That gallant spirit hath [aspir'd] the clouds,
Which too [untimely] here did scorn the earth.