youth, For here we need it not. PARIS. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death, And therefore hath the steerage of my course Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen! BENVOLIO. Strike, drum. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. BENVOLIO. Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! MERCUTIO. He is wise, And with wild looks, bid me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET. I have. NURSE. Then hie