gapes to be bound by the ears? Make haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be morrow. [_Exit._] ROMEO. [_To Juliet._] If I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this delay Is longer than the wind, who woos Even now the two hours’ traffic of our sides; let them begin. GREGORY. I will adventure.