ACT IV Scene I. Mantua. A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. BENVOLIO. Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! MERCUTIO. He is wise, And on my life hath stol’n him home to bed. Ah, sirrah, by my weary self, Pursu’d my humour, not pursuing his, And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me. MONTAGUE. Many a morning hath he been there? BALTHASAR. Full half an hour. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Not in a fool’s paradise, as they say, with honourable