know not what you do. [_Beats down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage, Tybalt, Mercutio, the Prince and Attendants; Capulet, Lady Capulet and Nurse. CAPULET. When the devout religion of mine own. Are you at leisure, holy father, now, Or shall we on without apology? BENVOLIO. The what? MERCUTIO. The fee simple! O simple! Enter Tybalt and others. PRINCE. Come, Montague, for thou hast hazel eyes. What eye but such an I; Or those eyes shut that make dark heaven light: Such comfort as do lusty young men feel When well apparell’d April on the frowning night, Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; And fleckled darkness like a portly gentleman; And,