Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?                                  
    Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?                                   
  Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary                                 
    And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.                               
    I drew to part them. In the instant came                                    
    The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar'd;                                  
    Which, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,                                  
    He swung about his head and cut the winds,                                  
    Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn.                              
    While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,                              
    Came more and more, and fought on part and part,                            
    Till the Prince came, who parted either part.