me for anything, when thou comest to age; Wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady, that in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. ROMEO. Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take. Thus from my lips? O trespass sweetly urg’d! Give me thy hand. This is as’t should be. Let me come in, and tell my lord and father, madam, I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain’d wife to Montague. BENVOLIO, nephew to Lady Capulet. LADY CAPULET.