But come, young waverer, come, go with me,
In one respect I'll thy assistant be;
For this alliance may so happy prove
To turn your households' rancour to pure love.
Romeo. O, let us hence! [I stand on sudden haste].
Friar Laurence. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. [Exeunt.
Scene IV.
A Street
Enter Benvolio and Mercutio