Answer: D. Lord Capulet tells Tybalt he needs to leave the party.
Explanation:
TYBALT
I’ll strike him dead, and hold it not a sin.
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 ceremony this night.
CAPULET
Young Romeo, is it?
TYBALT
‘Tis he, that villain Romeo.
CAPULET
Content thee, gentle cousin. Let him alone.
He bears himself like a real gentleman.
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-governed youth.
I would not, for the wealth of all this town,
Here in my house do him disparagement.
Therefore be patient, take no note of him.
It is my will, so if this thou respect,
Show a fair presence, and give up those frowns
Which are ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
TYBALT
It fits, when such a villain is a guest.
I’ll not endure him.
CAPULET
He shall be endured.
What, lordful boy! I say he shall. Go to.
Am I the master here or you? Go to.
You’ll not endure him. God shall mend my soul!
You’ll make a mutiny among my guests:
You will set chaos here. You’ll be the cause!
TYBALT
But Uncle, he shames us.
CAPULET
Go to, go to.
You are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed?
This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.
Must you contradict me? Marry, ‘tis time–
[To GUESTS] Well said, my hearts — [To TYBALT] You are a young fool. Go.
Be quiet, or — [To SERVANTS] More light, more light! — [To TYBALT] For shame,
I’ll make you quiet. — [To GUESTS] What, cheerly my hearts!
TYBALT
Patience forced, with willful choler meeting,
Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.
I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall.
Exit TYBALT
