TYBALT: Get me my sword, boy.
What, does this peasant dare come here in a mask to sneer at and scorn our celebration?!?
Now, by my family's honor, to strike him dead would not be a sin!
CAPULET: What's going on here, nephew? Why do you look so angry?
TYBALT: Uncle, this man is a Montague, a scoundrel come here out of spite to mock our festivities.
CAPULET: Is it young Romeo?
TYBALT: That's him, that villain Romeo.
CAPULET: Calm down, gentle cousin. Leave him alone. He carries himself like a dignified gentleman and, to tell you the truth, has a reputation across Verona as a virtuous, well-behaved youth. I wouldn't insult him in my house for all the money in the world.