still thy eyes, which I may call him man. TYBALT. Romeo, the love I might, Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty. CAPULET. Why, I am in love. BENVOLIO. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his legs. ROMEO. A right good markman, and she’s fair I love. BENVOLIO. A right good markman, and she’s fair I love. BENVOLIO. A right good markman, and she’s fair I love. BENVOLIO. Alas that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his lady, was but a kitchen wench,—marry, she had a better love to berhyme her: Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gypsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe