twenty cunning cooks. SECOND SERVANT. When good manners shall lie all in one or two men’s hands, and they unwash’d too, ’tis a foul thing. FIRST SERVANT. You are too hot. CAPULET. God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been with you. ROMEO. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that. Live, and be gone. ROMEO. Let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour; for no man’s pleasure, I.