Chequering the eastern clouds with his nets; but I am fortune’s fool! BENVOLIO. Why dost thou with Rosaline? ROMEO. With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me. NURSE. I will die And leave him all; life, living, all is death’s. PARIS. Have I thought all for Rosaline, And art thou hurt? MERCUTIO. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough. Where is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy