And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats
Cold death aside, and with the other sends
It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity
[Retorts] it. Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and swifter than his tongue,
His agile arm beats down their fatal points,
And 'twixt them rushes, underneath whose arm
An [envious] thrust from Tybalt hit the life
Of stout Mercutio; and then Tybalt fled,
But [by and by] comes back to Romeo,