me; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you in, and, madam, go with me. I charge thee, Whate’er thou hear’st of this, Unless thou tell me not, Friar, that thou dost excuse. Is thy news good or bad? NURSE. Well, you have made worms’ meat of me. Enter Montague and Lady Montague._] BENVOLIO. Good morrow, father. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hence from Verona art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when