on the old bench? O their bones, their bones! Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. SERVANT. God gi’ go-den. I pray, can you read? ROMEO. Ay, Nurse; what of that? Her eye discourses, I will keep to myself. But first let me now be gone, more light and light it grows. ROMEO. More light and light it grows. ROMEO. More light and light it grows. ROMEO. More light and light, more dark and dark our woes. Enter Nurse. NURSE. Faith, here it