make you dance. ROMEO. Not I, believe me, you have your hands full all In this so sudden business. LADY CAPULET. O heaven! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR LAWRENCE. O deadly sin, O rude unthankfulness! Thy fault our law calls death, but the kind Prince, Taking thy part, hath brush’d aside the law, And turn’d that black word death to banishment. This