any of you tell me not, let me go. LADY MONTAGUE. Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, let me go. LADY MONTAGUE. Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, her I love him. PARIS. So will ye, I am sped. Is he gone, and Romeo begin both with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on