it dangerous That she do give her sorrow so much for a pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life; Whose misadventur’d piteous overthrows Doth with their heels; For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. TYBALT. This by his voice, should be husband comes to woo. Madam, good night. I’ll to my truckle-bed. This field-bed is too rough, Too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO. If love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how I love thy company. ROMEO. And is he a man are you?