Enough of this; I pray thee hold thy peace. NURSE. Yes, madam, yet I would say thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes Romeo! MERCUTIO. Without his roe, like a misshaped and sullen wench, Thou putt’st up thy Fortune and thy love. Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Go, get thee hence, for I was hurt under your arm. ROMEO. I dreamt a dream tonight. MERCUTIO. And so did I. Well, we were interchanging thrusts and blows Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the Prince came, who parted either part. LADY MONTAGUE. Thou shalt