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Capulet: Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?

Tybalt: Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe;
A villain that is hither come in spite,
To scorn at our solemnity this night.

Capulet: Young Romeo, is it?

Tybalt: ’Tis he, that villain Romeo.

Capulet: Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone:
He bears him like a portly gentleman