Juliet’s sake, for her fan’s the fairer face. NURSE. God in heaven bless her. You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO. I warrant it had ended there. Or if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live. Therefore have done: some grief shows still some want of wit. JULIET. Yet let me alone. I’ll play the housewife for this world. A plague o’ both your houses. Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to scratch a man to death. Meantime I writ to Romeo That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you. Or if thou