Romeo. That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.
Friar Laurence. God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?
Romeo. With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;
I have forgot that name and that name's woe.
Friar Laurence. That's my good son; but where
hast thou been, then?
Romeo. I 'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me
That's by me wounded; [both our remedies]