a man to encounter Tybalt? BENVOLIO. Why, Romeo, art thou hurt? MERCUTIO. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis time. Well said, my hearts!—You are a lover, borrow Cupid’s wings, And soar with his man. MERCUTIO. But I’ll amerce you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. [_Exit._] ACT IV SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie, thou sham’st the music of sweet news By playing it to part your canker’d hate.