_Rom._ I pray thee, chide not: she whom I love now[563] 85 Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; The other did not so. _Fri. L._ O, she knew well Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.[564] But come, young waverer, come, go with me,[565] In one respect I'll thy assistant be; 90 For this alliance may so happy prove, To turn your households' rancour to pure love.[566] _Rom._ O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. _Fri._ L. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _A street._[567] _Enter_ BENVOLIO _and_ MERCUTIO. _Mer._ Where the devil should this Romeo be? Came[568][569] he not home to-night?[569] _Ben._ Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.[569] _Mer._ Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline,[570][571] Torments him so that he will sure run mad.[571] 5 _Ben._ Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,[572][573] Hath sent a letter to his father's house.[572] _Mer._ A challenge, on my life. _Ben._ Romeo will answer it. _Mer._ Any man that can write may answer a letter. 10 _Ben._ Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. _Mer._ Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white wench's black eye; shot thorough the ear with[574] a love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind 15 bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to encounter Tybalt? _Ben._ Why, what is Tybalt?[575][576] _Mer._ More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he's[576][577] the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance and proportion;[578] 20 rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your[579] bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist;[580] a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause: ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hai![581] 25 _Ben._ The what? _Mer._ The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes;[582][583] these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu, a very good[583][584] blade! a very tall man! a very good whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be 30 thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form[585] that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench? O, their[586] bones, their bones![587] _Enter_ ROMEO. _Ben._ Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.[588] 35