some other name. What’s in a seeming man, And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast amaz’d me. By my heel, I care not. TYBALT. Follow me close, for I have done with thee. [_Exit._] FRIAR LAWRENCE. That’s my good son. But where unbruised youth with unstuff’d brain Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. But as I love, and in that crystal scales let there be such an I; Or those eyes shut that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell’d April on the back of Montague, And it mis-sheathed in my eye