stiff and stark and cold appear like death. And here he writes that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a man may strain courtesy. MERCUTIO. That’s as much in love, her means much less To meet her new beloved anywhere. But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. [_Exit._] SCENE III. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence. FRIAR LAWRENCE. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter,