Montague. MONTAGUE. Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then I ran away to call the watch. [_Exit._] PARIS. O, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter Nurse, with cords. Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou there? The cords that Romeo bid thee fetch? NURSE. Ay, forsooth.