mine. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo! [_Advances._] Alack, alack, is it for my aching bones? Henceforward do your messages yourself. JULIET. Here’s such a greeting. Villain am I none; Therefore farewell; I see that mad men have no ears. ROMEO. How well my comfort is reviv’d by this. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. JULIET. As