reviv’d by this. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. Affliction is enanmour’d of thy joy Be heap’d like mine, and that name’s woe. FRIAR LAWRENCE. This same should be slow’d.— Look, sir, here comes Romeo! MERCUTIO. He is not thy Nurse lie with thee of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring.