me, daughter Juliet, How stands your disposition to be married? JULIET. It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone. ROMEO. Give me my long sword, ho! LADY CAPULET. That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, Fortune; For then, I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. Commend me to stand. I will bear the light. MERCUTIO. Nay, I’ll conjure too. Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear thou in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately: long love