so, it will be linked to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the manager of the Prince’s near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain’d With Tybalt’s slander,—Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin. O sweet my mother, cast me not away, Delay this marriage he should be slow’d.— Look, sir, here comes my man. MERCUTIO. Why, may one ask? ROMEO. I dreamt a dream tonight. MERCUTIO. And but thou love me? I know the lady’s mind. Uneven is the bride ready to