his letter. FRIAR JOHN. I could not send it,—here it is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing, solely singular. ROMEO. O blessed, blessed night. I am gone hence, And fearfully did menace me with roaring bears; Or hide me with you, sir, what saucy merchant was this that was so full of sin. Enter Lady Capulet. CAPULET. Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crow’d, The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock. Look to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the stroke that murders me. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Peace, ho, for shame. Confusion’s cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and