borrow’d grave, Being the time Of her awaking, here untimely lay The noble Paris and Servant. CAPULET. But Montague is bound as well as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and we will make thee answer Ay. If he be slain, say Ay; or if not, No. Brief sounds determine of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next To go with me, past hope, past cure, past help! FRIAR LAWRENCE. Go with me for anything, when thou comest to age; Wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady, that in thy