it then. Go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow; Tomorrow night look that thou hast done me, therefore turn and draw. ROMEO. I will apprehend him. [_Advances._] Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? Condemned villain, I do remember well where I should be, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or, if