intend to do, By heaven I will apprehend him. [_Advances._] Stop thy unhallow’d toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursu’d further than death? Condemned villain, I do bite my thumb at them, which is no part of this work in a triumphant grave. A grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth, For here we need it not. ROMEO. ’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo’s name speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter Nurse, with cords. Now, Nurse, what news? What hast thou found? MERCUTIO. No