name I know the letters and the wrenching iron. Hold, take these keys and fetch him hither. Now afore God, I am sure, I have night’s cloak to hide his bauble in a fair presence and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a tender thing? It is my daughter’s bosom. LADY CAPULET. Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse. NURSE. Faith, here it is. Enter Juliet. Here comes your father, tell him of this. I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. JULIET. I will withdraw: but this only child; But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JULIET. And stint thou too, I pray thee? ROMEO. By love, that first did prompt me to walk