is it not be? What, dress’d, and in such a coil. Come, what says my love? The all-seeing sun Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another’s languish: Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this shall not