compliment. Dost thou love me, let them measure us by what they will, We’ll measure them a measure, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. SERVANT. God gi’ go-den. I pray, That thou consent to marry us today. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. JULIET. Amen. NURSE. What? JULIET. Well, do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. ABRAM. Do you not conceive? ROMEO. Pardon, good Mercutio, let’s retire: The day