Balthasar. I do beseech you, sir, [have] [patience;]

Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Some [misadventure].

Romeo.Tush, thou art deceiv'd;

Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do.

Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Balthasar. No, my good lord.

Romeo. No matter; get thee gone

And hire those horses. I'll be with thee straight.— [Exit Balthasar.

Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.