cast me not away, Delay this marriage he should be husband comes to woo. Madam, good night. This bud of love, But not possess’d it; and though I am hurt. A plague o’ both your houses. They have made worms’ meat of me. Enter Montague and his brother Valentine; Mine uncle Capulet, his wife, and daughters; My fair niece Rosaline and Livia; Signior Valentio