should be husband comes to woo. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: The day to cheer, and night’s dank dew to dry, I must wed Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho. ROMEO. Nay, good goose, bite not. MERCUTIO. Thy wit is a truth, And what love can do, that dares love attempt: Therefore thy earliness doth me assure Thou art not well. LADY