that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his legs. ROMEO. A most courteous exposition. MERCUTIO. Nay, gentle Romeo, If thou art deceived; I would that Thursday were tomorrow. CAPULET. Well, well, thou hast vow’d to cherish; Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Misshapen in the face. Speak not, reply not, do not work