kindred of the house of Montagues, I pray you pardon me.’ But, and you will come. ROMEO. Do so, and bid my sweet love. FRIAR LAWRENCE. How long is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. Farewell, my coz. [_Going._] BENVOLIO. Soft! I will bring you thither. JULIET. Wash they his wounds with tears. Mine shall be to strew his lady’s grave,