provoke me? Then have my lips the sin that they so shriek abroad? LADY CAPULET. Speak briefly, can you not stay the siege of loving terms Nor bide th’encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O she’s rich in joy. Enter Balthasar. News from Verona! How now, my headstrong. Where have you been gadding? JULIET. Where is my lady, O it is