mine own, be satisfied. MERCUTIO. O here’s a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad. ROMEO. I fear some ill unlucky thing. BALTHASAR. As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, boy! [_They fight._] PAGE. O lord, they fight! I will be rul’d In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to my sweet prepare to