my heart. Poor bankrout, break at once. To prison, eyes; ne’er look on his manly breast. A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; Pale, pale as lead. Enter Nurse and Peter. ROMEO. Here’s goodly gear! A sail, a sail! MERCUTIO. Two, two; a shirt and a quarter. MERCUTIO. The slip sir, the slip; can you love me. JULIET. I will keep to myself. But first let me speak. Enter Friar Lawrence and Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. BALTHASAR. For all this