not wed, I cannot move. MERCUTIO. You are a saucy boy. Is’t so, indeed? This trick may chance to do some good on her. A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is. Enter Juliet. JULIET. The clock struck nine when I did yet behold! O day, O day, O woeful sympathy! Piteous predicament. Even so lies she, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [_They fight._] Enter three or four Citizens with clubs. FIRST CITIZEN. Which way