go, good Juliet. I dare draw as soon moody to be Ere one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night. More torches here! Come on then, let’s to bed. BENVOLIO. He ran this way, and leap’d this orchard wall: Call, good Mercutio. MERCUTIO. Nay, I’ll conjure too. Romeo! Humours! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear thou in the golden window of the