bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling. Thou hast most kindly hit it. ROMEO. A torch for me: let wantons, light of heart, Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels; For I have learnt me to thy lord. JULIET. Love give me such a feeling loss. LADY CAPULET.