Tybalt:
The hearts of women cannot be trusted.
Sometimes they seem fragile, sometimes so tough – so untouchable.
In my breast you can feel the lust -
The art of seduction brings me favours of women.
Whether blonde or brown, I love women,
but the one that matters has me pining away.

We are related, cousins in name,
From childhood I grew up in her spell.
Why in all the world is Montague’s son
the man that she now chooses?
For me she has complete scorn.

Tybalt/Ensemble:
It’s nearly time, It’s nearly time, It’s nearly time, It’s nearly time...

Tybalt:
I’ve only one desire, which I follow,
my dear friend, I will kill you,
I’ll kill you,
as she does me.
With this act,
Romeo, you pay for her treachery.

The hearts of women cannot be trusted.
They torment you - like Julia does to me – totally horribly.
I have never dared or dare her choose -
I have never told her, that I love only her.

Tybalt/Ensemble:
It’s nearly time, It’s nearly time, It’s nearly time, It’s nearly time ...

Tybalt:
...that I prepare for the final battle,
to have my plan properly thought out.
I’ll kill you,
as she does me.
With this act,
Romeo, you pay for her treachery.

Ensemble repeats ‘It’s nearly time’ as Tybalt sings:
My heart stifles me...
The pain crushes me...
I will not give in...
To live without her...

Tybalt:
Whoever speaks of wild madness here,
does not know of love’s heartbreaks.
I vow, I will find you.
I vow, I will kill you.
Listen to me closely –
Be the one to locate him: Montague