Capulet: [to Tybalt] You are a saucy boy – is 't so indeed? – / This trick may chance to scathe you.
Tybalt: I will withdraw; but this intrusion shall / Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.
Benvolio: Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, / Hath sent a letter to his father’s house. . . . [Romeo] will answer the letter’s master, how he dares, being dared.