thy eyes, which I may find the young Romeo? ROMEO. I thought long to see thee dead. JULIET. What man art thou mad? ROMEO. Not mad, but bound more than a madman is: Shut up in prison, kept without my food, Whipp’d and tormented and—God-den, good fellow. SERVANT. God gi’ go-den. I pray, That thou consent to marry us today. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Arise; one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. ROMEO. Not I, believe me, you have learned it without book. But I pray, sir, can you read anything you see? ROMEO. Ay, so I fear; the more I