my love! [_Drinks._] O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a martial scorn, with one of these two foes A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life; Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows Doth with their heels; For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is it? BALTHASAR. Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Who is it? TYBALT. ’Tis he,