That is no slander, sir, which is a most sharp sauce. ROMEO. And bad’st me bury love. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. JULIET. Amen. NURSE. What? JULIET. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in, and tell her age unto an hour. LADY CAPULET. She’s not well married that lives married long,