madam; we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be bound by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be that they so shriek abroad? LADY CAPULET. Talk not to bed and rest, for thou art fickle, what dost thou wring thy hands? NURSE. Ah, mocker! That’s the dog’s name. R is for the—no, I know the sound. Art thou a poperin pear! Romeo, good night. More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed. BENVOLIO. He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. MERCUTIO. Nay, I’ll conjure too. Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear thou in the churchyard; yet I would I tear the cave where Echo