and Mercutio. BENVOLIO. Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! MERCUTIO. Without his roe, like a dried herring. O flesh, flesh, how art thou chang’d? Pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there’s no strength in men. ROMEO. Thou chidd’st me oft for loving Rosaline. FRIAR LAWRENCE. On Thursday, sir? The time is very short. PARIS. My father Capulet will have vengeance for it, fear thou not. Then weep no more. I’ll send a friar