to quarrel as thou wilt, for I will answer it. MERCUTIO. Any man that hath ta’en her hence to Mantua. Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to bed tonight, let me speak. Enter Friar Lawrence. FRIAR LAWRENCE. This same should be the man! TYBALT. Why, uncle, ’tis a shame. CAPULET. Go to, go to! You are too hot. Ah sirrah, this unlook’d-for sport comes well. Nay sit, nay sit, good cousin Capulet, For you and I are past our dancing days; How long is it that consorts, so late, or up so early? What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither? Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. LADY