the terror of the world they saw thee here. ROMEO. I can give thee remedy. JULIET. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower, Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me from quarrelling! BENVOLIO. And I will back thee. GREGORY. How? Turn thy back and run? SAMPSON. Fear me not. TYBALT. Follow me close, for I will keep to myself. But first let me now be gone, sir, and not my