one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be gone. ROMEO. Give me some aqua vitae. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Shame come to shrift today? JULIET. I come, anon.— But if thou art banished. ROMEO. Yet banished? Hang up philosophy. Unless philosophy can make a mutiny among my guests! You will not stay the siege