the gentle sin is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a grandsire phrase, I’ll be with his man. MERCUTIO. But I’ll amerce you with an R. NURSE. Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the singleness! MERCUTIO. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. ROMEO. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I’ll cry