Benvolio. See, where he comes! So please you, step aside;
I'll know his grievance or be much denied.
Montague. I would thou wert so happy by thy stay
[To hear] true shrift.—Come, madam, let's away.
[Exeunt Montague and Lady.
Benvolio. Good morrow, cousin.
Romeo. [Is the day so young?]
Benvolio. But [new] struck nine.
Romeo. Ay me! sad hours seem long.
Was that my father that went hence so fast?