ROMEO I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.
I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,
That's by me wounded: both our remedies
Within thy help and holy physic lies:
I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,
My intercession likewise steads my foe.
FRIAR LAURENCE Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.
- -- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene III