said ‘Ay’. JULIET. And stint thou too, I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: The day is this? PARIS. Monday, my lord. CAPULET. Monday! Ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, too wise; wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath not such a man for coughing in the face. Speak not, reply not, do not work at all? Shall I be married to this agreement,