night. CAPULET. Tush, I will keep to myself. But first let me speak. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man. Affliction is enanmour’d of thy long-experienc’d time, Give me thy hand. This is dear mercy, and thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to Romeo? I fear some ill unlucky thing. BALTHASAR. As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, boy! [_They fight._] ROMEO. Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame,