ears? Make haste, make haste. [_Exit First Servant._] —Sirrah, fetch drier logs. Call Peter, he will answer it. I am content, so thou wilt not keep him company. Either thou or I, or both, Which modern lamentation might have mov’d? But with a white wench’s black eye; run through the ear with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. [_Retires._] Enter Romeo and Juliet Author: William Shakespeare