_Ben._ Here were the servants of your adversary And yours close fighting ere I did approach: 105 I drew to part them: in the instant came The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared; Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears, He swung about his head, and cut the winds,[60] Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn:[61] 110 While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,[62] Came more and more, and fought on part and part, Till the prince came, who parted either part.[63] _La. Mon._ O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?[64] Right glad I am he was not at this fray.[65] 115 _Ben._ Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east, A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad:[66] Where, underneath the grove of sycamore[67] That westward rooteth from the city's side,[68] 120 So early walking did I see your son: Towards him I made; but he was ware of me, And stole into the covert of the wood: I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found,[69] 125 Being one too many by my weary self,[70] Pursued my humour, not pursuing his,[71] And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.[72] _Mon._ Many a morning hath he there been seen, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,[73] 130 Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:[74] But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Should in the farthest east begin to draw[75] The shady curtains from Aurora's bed, Away from light steals home my heavy son, 135 And private in his chamber pens himself, Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out And makes himself an artificial night: Black and portentous must this humour prove,[76] Unless good counsel may the cause remove. 140 _Ben._ My noble uncle, do you know the cause?[77] _Mon._ I neither know it nor can learn of him. _Ben._ Have you importuned him by any means?[78] _Mon._ Both by myself and many other friends: But he, his own affections' counsellor,[79] 145 Is to himself--I will not say how true-- But to himself so secret and so close, So far from sounding and discovery,[80] As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, 150 Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.[81] Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, We would as willingly give cure as know.[82] _Enter_ ROMEO. _Ben._ See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. 155 _Mon._ I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.[83]