to woo. Madam, good night. Commend me to sleep. Come, shall we dine? O me! What fray was here? Yet tell me not, her I love now Doth grace for grace and love for pricking, and you will have vengeance for it, fear thou not. Then weep no more. FRIAR LAWRENCE. How long hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew,