Fri. Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast.
Exeunt.
Enter Benuolio and Mercutio.
Mer. Where the deule should this Romeo be? came he
not home to night?
Ben. Not to his Fathers, I spoke with his man
Mer. Why that same pale hard-harted wench, that Rosaline
torments him so, that he will sure run mad
Ben. Tibalt, the kinsman to old Capulet, hath sent a Letter
to his Fathers house