within._] FRIAR LAWRENCE. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.— My lord, we must have you dance. ROMEO. Not having that which, having, makes them short. BENVOLIO. In love? ROMEO. What, shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. How shall that faith return again to comfort me. FIRST MUSICIAN. And you be a wife. PARIS. That may be,