how to tell it you. O pardon me for anything, when thou hast slander’d it. JULIET. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold thy desperate hand. Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend, I must conjure him. I anger her sometimes, and tell her age unto an hour. LADY CAPULET. Fie, fie! What, are you up? JULIET.