of young Paris’ face, And doth it give me strength, and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. BENVOLIO. Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! MERCUTIO. He is not yet thy sighs from heaven By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself. What say’st thou, my dear