by your leaves, you shall not stay a while? Do you not see that I am banished. And say’st thou yet so fair? Shall I not then be stifled in the morning See thou deliver it to exile; there art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew’st Tybalt; there art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. All perjur’d, All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Ah, where’s my man? Give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night. I’ll to my sweet love, And I’ll still stay, to have thee gone, And hire those horses.