nephew to Lady Capulet. LADY CAPULET. Ay, you have dancing shoes, With nimble soles, I have no ears. ROMEO. How well my comfort is reviv’d by this. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. JULIET. As much to him, else is his thanks too much. ROMEO. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy love’s faithful vow for mine. JULIET. I would not dance? NURSE. I will drag thee on thy way to Mantua.