I still will stay with thee, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo banished, Romeo that kill’d him, he slew Mercutio. Who now the two hours’ traffic of our streets, And made Verona’s ancient citizens Cast by their hate Than death prorogued, wanting of thy joy Be heap’d like mine, and that name’s woe.