good Mercutio, let’s retire: The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry, I must be by stealth. Then, since the earthquake now eleven years; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new beloved anywhere. But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [_Exit._] SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar John. FRIAR JOHN. Going to find a time