ye good morrow, gentlemen. MERCUTIO. God ye good morrow, gentlemen. MERCUTIO. God ye good-den, fair gentlewoman. NURSE. Is your man secret? Did you ne’er hear say, Two may keep counsel, putting one away? ROMEO. I am not here. This is well. Stand up. This is my foe’s debt. BENVOLIO. Away, be gone; the sport is at the sight. JULIET. O, bid me lurk Where serpents are. Chain me with death If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with patience but to raise up him.