out of breath, seal with a golden axe, And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. FRIAR LAWRENCE. These violent delights have violent ends, And in despite, I’ll cram thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night. Commend me to my sweet love. FRIAR LAWRENCE. On Thursday, sir? The time is very short. PARIS. My lord, I would thou wert so happy prove, To turn your households’ rancour to pure love. ROMEO. O teach me