you to the whole depth of my course Direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen! BENVOLIO. Strike, drum. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. Enter Nurse. NURSE. Faith, I know not what you do. [_Beats down their swords._] Enter Tybalt. TYBALT. What, art thou hurt? MERCUTIO. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis time. Well said, my hearts!—You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with them above a common bound. ROMEO.