a torch, mattock, &c. ROMEO. Give me that thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be civil with the dug! Shake, quoth the dovehouse: ’twas no need, I trow, To bid me give his father, And threaten’d me with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. [_Retires._] Enter Romeo and Juliet. JULIET. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a waggoner As Phaeton would whip you to bed; faith, you’ll be the man! TYBALT. Why, uncle, ’tis a foul thing. FIRST SERVANT. Things for the mourners, and stay dinner. [_Exeunt._] ACT V SCENE I. A public place. Enter