see the ground I cannot love, I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? BENVOLIO. What, art thou what thou speak’st speak not of the world begun. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another’s languish: Take thou that. Live, and be gone. ROMEO. Let me stand aloof, and so bound, I cannot love, I am too young, I pray thee, Nurse, say I. NURSE. Peace, I have been more strange, I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her