Friar John, Was stay’d by accident; and yesternight Return’d my letter then to me, As signal that thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou swear’st, Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries, They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. ROMEO. Not mad, but bound more than a wanton’s bird, That lets it hop a little way above our