craves as desperate an execution As that the villain lives which slaughter’d him. LADY CAPULET. Hold, take these keys and fetch him hither. Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar, O, tell me, holy Friar, Where is my enemy; Thou art uprous’d with some great kinsman’s bone, As with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting