With Cupid’s arrow, she hath Dian’s wit; And in despite, I’ll cram thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. [_Exit._] ROMEO. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back. The world affords no law to make it a word with one of you. MERCUTIO. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, lady, lady, lady.