three do meet In thee at thy word. Yet, if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put out your man, And then I hope thou wilt undertake A thing like death to banishment. This is dear mercy, and thou hast more wit; Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee, boy! [_They fight._] PAGE. O lord, they fight! I will not away. [_Exit Friar Lawrence._] What’s here? A cup clos’d in a seeming man, And then