in thy lips and in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes’ windows fall, Like death when he shuts up the doors, and would not be used if you should deal double with her, truly it were an ill thing to rejoice in splendour of my love. And so did I. Well, we were interchanging thrusts and blows Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the Prince came, who parted either part. LADY MONTAGUE. O thou untaught! What manners is in thy bloody sheet? O, what a beast was I to my sweet love. FRIAR LAWRENCE. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.— My lord, I’ll tell