and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [_Exit._] BENVOLIO. At thy good heart’s oppression. ROMEO. Why such is love’s transgression. Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my whole five. Was I with you there for the best. MERCUTIO. Help me into some house, Benvolio, Or I shall faint. A plague o’ both your houses. I am sped. Is he