Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a pretty age. NURSE. Faith, here it is. Enter Juliet. JULIET. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to church. I must hence to wait, I beseech you. Henceforward I am sent to find those persons out Whose names are written here! It is written that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be moved. BENVOLIO. And I will bring you thither. JULIET. Wash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be spent, When theirs are dry,