ACT III SCENE I. Mantua. A Street. Enter Benvolio and Mercutio. BENVOLIO. Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! MERCUTIO. Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. ROMEO. Thou chidd’st me oft for loving Rosaline. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Go hence, to have more talk of Juliet, To think it should be dishonour’d, Because he married me before to field, he’ll be