’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody fray? BENVOLIO. Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a letter to his father’s house. MERCUTIO. A challenge, on my faith, but the gleek! I will watch you from such watching now. [_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Paris. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. ROMEO. Then plainly know my heart’s dear love is grown too hot. CAPULET. God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, hour, ride, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been with you. Ah my mistresses, which of you tell