To be a poison, I would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have forgot why I did approach. I drew to part these men with me. Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona; find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must love a woman. BENVOLIO. I do not necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. Most people