See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I’ll know his grievance, or be much denied.

I would thou wert so happy by thy stay, To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let’s away. Exeunt Montague and Lady .

Ay me! sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!