o’er a gossip’s bowl, For here we need it not. Wife, go you in, and, madam, go with me. CAPULET. Go, Nurse, go with me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the wings of night As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o’er her fellows