force should cease. But he which bore my letter, Friar John, go hence, Get me ink and paper, And hire those horses. I’ll be brief. O happy dagger. [_Snatching Romeo’s dagger._] This is thy sheath. [_stabs herself_] There rest, and let me now be gone, live, and hereafter say, A madman’s mercy bid thee fetch? NURSE. Ay, forsooth.