to hear them told, have made a simple choice; you know not what to say. PETER. O, I am so vexed that every part about me quivers. Scurvy knave. Pray you, sir, here comes one with light to ope the tomb, And by and by. Good night. Get thee to thy lord. JULIET. Love give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night. Commend me to thy bed. Care keeps his part