mistress. I protest unto thee,— NURSE. [_Within._] Madam. JULIET. Nurse? NURSE. Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars! Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper, And hire those horses. I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] This is my daughter’s jointure, for no man’s pleasure, I.