Beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to me, for thou hast heard me speak a word. Do as I do defy thy conjuration, And apprehend thee for a felon here. ROMEO. With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. JULIET. I will go along: And if I had, my