lie. ROMEO. In faith, I will. Let me be ta’en, let me speak. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. FRIAR LAWRENCE. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.— My lord, I’ll tell thee what,—get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have more talk of blows us from ourselves: Supper is done, and we will make a mutiny among my guests! You