From forth my heart and in her place this fair
Unknown in Juliet’s stead is worshipped.
[He seems about to approach Miranda, but
is withheld by Mercutio.
Mercutio. Inconstant Romeo, have a care. For me,
I think her wed, and that the husband there,
May have a word to change with thee.
Romeo.Prate not
To me of husbands, my Mercutio—
Mercutio. Have peace, rash Romeo, thou—But who comes here?
[Enter Ophelia, strewing flowers.