without my food, Whipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow. SERVANT. God gi’ go-den. I pray, can you read? ROMEO. Ay, Nurse; what of that? NURSE. Lord, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had! JULIET. I come, anon.— But if thou swear’st, Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries, They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. ROMEO. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp’d and