to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise. And you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [_They fight._] PAGE. O lord, they fight! I will frown as I said, On Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. ’Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter