I cannot find my night-cap anywhere.
Rom. Who’s that?
Jul. My father. Oh, the deuse’s to pay!
Rom. I wish the old man was farther any way.
Cap. (outside). Juliet!
Jul. Coming, coming soon.
Rom. I wish old Capulet was the man in the moon.
Jul. Good night, dear Romy; tie your ears up tight.
Rom. And wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? ’taint right.
Jul. What satisfaction canst thou have, my blade?