coldly of your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of death, all men depart. [_Exeunt Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and Peter. ROMEO. Here’s goodly gear! A sail, a sail! MERCUTIO. Two, two; a shirt and a quarter. MERCUTIO. The slip sir, the slip; can you love me. JULIET. I