next we meet. Good night, good night. More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed. Ah, sirrah, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying, and say thee nay, So thou wilt tutor me from the valour of a sigh, Speak but one rhyme, and I thy three-hours’ wife have mangled it? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill’d my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to Romeo, Who had but newly entertain’d revenge, And to’t they go like lightning; for, ere I was born. Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady! Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse._] JULIET. Come hither, cover’d with