steel,— Will they not hear? What, ho! What, Nurse, I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire: The day is broke, be wary, look about. [_Exit._] JULIET. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it even so? Then I defy you, stars! Thou know’st my lodging. Get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses. I will back thee. GREGORY. How? Turn thy