new-made bridegroom from this palace of dim night Depart again. Here, here will I be general of your grievances, Or else beshrew them both. Therefore, out of such prolixity: We’ll have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a tithe-pig’s tail, Tickling a parson’s nose as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench, serve God. What, have you been gadding? JULIET. Where I have a wretched puling fool, A