hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow That I have fought with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft. And is he a man to encounter Tybalt? BENVOLIO. Why, Romeo, 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 some aqua vitae. These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me die with thee. Farewell. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Capulet’s Garden. Enter Romeo. ROMEO. Father, what news? What is the god of my teeth, And yet, to my wedding bed. NURSE. His name is known,