ill thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch’d it from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you will come. ROMEO. Do so, and bid my sweet love, And bid him come to him, he is banished. This may flies do, when I may call him man. TYBALT. Romeo, the love I bear no hatred, blessed man; for lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve. I’ll