Mrs. Pet.—Romeo, put him out: mind not his glaring eyes, but put him hence!
Romeo.—
Prythee, peace!
I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none!
Mrs. Pet.—
What seek’st thou?
Avaunt, and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in thy eyes