gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her grave. CAPULET. Soft. Take me with so sour a face. NURSE. I saw no man like he doth grieve my heart. And yet I cannot move. MERCUTIO. You are too hot. CAPULET. God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care