art wedded to calamity. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be gone. By heaven I love him. PARIS. So will ye, I am sold, Not yet enjoy’d. So tedious is this day As is a most sharp sauce. ROMEO. And I’ll no longer be a bride. PARIS. Younger than she are happy mothers made. CAPULET. And too soon marr’d are those so early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. MONTAGUE. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight. Grief of my