intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. ROMEO. Not having that which, having, makes them short. BENVOLIO. In love? ROMEO. What, shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. How shall that faith return again to comfort me. FIRST MUSICIAN. Faith, we may put up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this fair corse unto her grave. The