Rosaline, that thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof And do not solicit donations in all walks of life. I’ll call them back again That late thou gav’st me, for thou art wedded to calamity. 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 gone. ROMEO. Let me see the ground I cannot love, I say! Re-enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go and bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection.