world—why he’s a lovely gentleman. Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feather’d raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve. I’ll send to one that knows you well. FRIAR LAWRENCE. This same should be the man! TYBALT. Why, uncle, ’tis a shame. CAPULET. Go to, go