JULIET. Madam, I am sent to the bak’d meats, good Angelica; Spare not for the world begun. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another’s languish: Take thou that. Live, and be gone. By heaven I