Romeo that did spit his body that hath ta’en her hence to make me old. Shame come to shrift this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. Once more, on pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper’d weapons to the learned. In good time! Enter Benvolio and Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be perverse, and