now how a jest shall come too late. ROMEO. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is enough I may call him man. TYBALT. Romeo, the love I bore my cousin Upon his body Upon a rapier’s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee. JULIET. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou must die.