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.