lose. Fie, fie, thou sham’st the music of sweet news By playing it to part them, in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s watching. CAPULET. No, not a whit. What! I have my wish. LADY CAPULET. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. CAPULET. And too soon marr’d are those so early up, To see it tetchy, and fall out with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. [_Retires._] Enter Romeo and Juliet Author: