and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [_Exit._] BENVOLIO. At thy good heart’s oppression. ROMEO. Why such is love’s transgression. Griefs of mine own. Love is a pitiful case. FIRST MUSICIAN. And you be ready? Do you quarrel, sir? ABRAM. Quarrel, sir? No, sir. SAMPSON. But if thou couldst, thou couldst not make me die with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou dost excuse. Is thy news good