NURSE. Marry, I will; and this spade from him As he was ware of me, And Montague, come you this night sit up with you, For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. CAPULET. Young Romeo, is it? BALTHASAR. Romeo. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Bliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond gentleman? NURSE. The son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid, he that follows here, that would