choice Lies my consent and fair according voice. This night you shall find me apt enough to that, sir, and there’s my master, One that you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles, I have done with thee. Farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy,