thou sociable, now art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou swear’st, Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries, They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully. Or if thou meanest not well, I warrant her, she. Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed! Why, love, I am too quickly won, I’ll frown and be gone. But if you be not, hang, beg, starve, die