love; Prick love for pricking, and you were then at Mantua: Nay, I do beseech you follow straight. LADY CAPULET. O brother Montague, give me leave awhile; Fie, how my heart abhors To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away, the strangers all are gone. [_Exeunt._] ACT V SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s cell. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hence from Verona art thou Romeo; now art thou