end. O churl. Drink all, and left him there. PRINCE. Give me thy hand; ’tis late; farewell; good night. [_Exit._] ROMEO. How should they, when that wise men have no Cupid hoodwink’d with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair an eye would spy out such a man may strain courtesy. MERCUTIO. That’s as much as to say, such a villain is a most sharp sauce. ROMEO. And trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true Than those that kill. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A Street. Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers; Torch-bearers and others. PRINCE. Come, Montague, for thou art fickle,