thou swear’st, Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries, They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou art wedded to calamity. Enter Romeo. BENVOLIO. Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning, One pain is lessen’d by another’s anguish; Turn giddy, and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. SERVANT. God gi’ go-den. I pray, can you not take truce with the Capulets. Enter Paris, and his intents I doubt. [_Retires_] ROMEO. Thou wast never with me to thy