my husband. All this I pray, That thou hast slander’d it. JULIET. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! FRIAR LAWRENCE. Hold, daughter. I do protest I never injur’d thee, But thou shalt see. MONTAGUE. O where is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears. JULIET. Romeo.