And he shall have her straight, in spite of you.
Cap. Come, sir, you meddle! Mind what you’re about!
I’m a belligerent—
Mer. Oh! that’s played out.
It will not do all wrongs to redress:
You’ll find America in any mess.
So, Romeo, take your wife, and pack your bag;
We’ll give you shelter ’neath a starry flag.
Rom. What say you, Juliet? shall we westward go?
Speak up, my darling, do not color so.