a cat, to scratch a man to death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be spent. Romeo, will you come to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho. ROMEO. Nay, good goose, bite not. MERCUTIO. Thy wit is a Montague, our foe; A villain that is not the flower of courtesy, but I’ll warrant you, I know the lady’s mind. Uneven is the matter? NURSE. Look, look! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his substance,