Nay, sweet Benvolio, let us sway thy thoughts

From this attempt against the conjuror.

Where shall we place ourselves, Benvolio?

See, see, he comes.

Strike with a willing hand; his head is off.

Was this that damned head, whose heart conspired

Benvolio's shame before the Emperor?

What use shall we put his beard to?

An excellent policy. And now, sirs, having divided

him, what shall the body do?