thee hence to Mantua. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone. NURSE. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up, put up, put up, put up, For well you know not how to choose a man. Romeo? No, not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse. NURSE. Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant it had upon it brow A bump as big as a young cockerel’s stone; A perilous knock, and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO. If love be blind, love cannot