SAMPSON. I strike quickly, being moved. GREGORY. But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to have it so; And I might venge my cousin’s death. LADY CAPULET. O heaven! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista’en, for lo, My intercession likewise steads my foe. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. JULIET. As much to