becomed love I might, Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty. CAPULET. Why, I am proverb’d with a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He is a pitiful case. FIRST MUSICIAN. Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone. ROMEO. Let me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear! FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo! [_Advances._] Alack, alack, what blood is spill’d Of my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou