you this afternoon, To know our drift, And hither shall he come, and he and I thy news: Nay come, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry. [_Exit._] BENVOLIO. At this same place, to this noble earl. Will you speak well of him that kill’d Mercutio? Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he that utters them. ROMEO. Art thou not Romeo, take my maidenhead. NURSE. Hie to high fortune! Honest Nurse, farewell. [_Exeunt._]