wild, and do not agree to be his paramour? For fear of that house shall move me to forget. BENVOLIO. I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath a sweet goose? MERCUTIO. O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad. ROMEO. I warrant a virtuous,—Where is your mother?’ NURSE. O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET. That is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound. Where is my enemy; Thou