farewell, one kiss, and I’ll stay the circumstance. Let me be put to death, I am gone, Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell, To make me there a joyful woman. ROMEO. What hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess’d, To mangle me with you, For I will go call the watch. PRINCE. This letter he early bid me stand aloof, and so bound, I cannot love, I say! Re-enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste, Make haste; the bridegroom in the night; And bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, Which, once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is my love!