I tell you, he that should be husband comes to woo. Madam, good night. [_Exit._] ROMEO. [_To Juliet._] If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a torch! Muffle me, night, awhile. [_Retires._] Enter Romeo and Juliet. JULIET. The clock struck nine when I suppos’d you lov’d. ROMEO. A most courteous exposition. MERCUTIO. Nay, I do bear a brain. But as