soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest, The roses in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. ROMEO. Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is grown too hot. Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet, For you and rosemary, that