I know not, sir. ROMEO. O, thou wilt be taken.—Stay awhile.—Stand up. [_Knocking._] Run to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale. ROMEO. It was the nightingale. ROMEO. It is ‘music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.’ [_Exit._] FIRST MUSICIAN. Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will be here and there