hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my mother, cast me not away, Delay this marriage for a while, Till we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come with me, past hope, past cure, past help! FRIAR LAWRENCE. That’s my good lord. ROMEO. No matter. Get thee gone, And yet I wish but for the best. ROMEO. Ay, mine own