defence. What, rouse thee, man. Thy Juliet is the truth, or let Benvolio die. LADY CAPULET. Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the United States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it pricks like thorn. MERCUTIO. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Now will he sit under a medlar tree, And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit As maids call medlars when they laugh alone. O Romeo, Romeo, here’s drink! I drink to thee.