The old doctor sat down and sighed
Benvolio tried his best not to cry
He looked down at his friend who full of pride
Led himself to his own demise.
Mercutio did indeed think it wise
To challenge Tybalt in fair Verona's sight
And underneath the arms of puppy-eyed love
He soon greeted the Heaven's above.
And so poor Benvolio in great dismay
Sits beside his friend in the midst of this fray.
"Oh brute Tybalt!" dost he cry
"Why is there so much scorn in thine eye!
Why must two parties ignite two fires
Which should have died when old men expired,
And why must now new blood be leaked
Upon an old fray whose fate is bleak.
'A plague on both your houses' didst a poor fool cry
And a plague must come for this old quarrel to die.
Romeo, oh Romeo, do not lift thy blade!
Look fool how Tybalt comes, oh fool run away!
Oh fate laughs and scorns and jeers
When she sees poor mortals faced with their fears.
Doust thou not see by my side one dead?
Another friends life o' fate must you end?"
And so Benvolio from late Mercutio's side
Leapt bravely into poor Romeo's sight.
The doctor sighed an then closed the door
Old Mercutio's face was to be seen no more.