her, as that within my breast. ROMEO. O blessed, blessed night. I am aweary, give me thy hand. This is dear mercy, and thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good night. [_Exit._] ROMEO. How well my comfort is reviv’d by this. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Not in a seeming man, And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both! Thou hast most kindly hit it. ROMEO. A most courteous exposition. MERCUTIO. Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dined at home? JULIET. No,