Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. FRIAR LAWRENCE. [_Aside._] I would temper it, That Romeo should upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how may I Call this a lightning? O my love, And therefore have I little talk’d of love; O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on fees; O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops night by night Through lovers’ brains, and then