Tyb. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Rom. This shall determine that.
[They fight; Tybalt falls.
Ben. Romeo, away, be gone!
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain:
Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death 130
If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!
Rom. O, I am fortune's fool!
Ben. Why dost thou stay?
[Exit Romeo.
Enter Citizens, &c.
First Cit. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?[797]
Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?[798][799]