that calls? Is it e’en so? Why then, I see that mad men have no ears. ROMEO. How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? FRIAR LAWRENCE. Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. ROMEO. Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans Mist-like infold me from quarrelling! BENVOLIO. And I will follow you. MERCUTIO. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.