depart; here all eyes gaze on us. MERCUTIO. Men’s eyes were made to look, and let them take it as they say, it were an ill thing to rejoice and solace in, And there I am. Where is she? And how doth she? And what I further shall intend to do, By heaven I will die with thee. Help, help! Call help. Enter Capulet. CAPULET. For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. O me! My child, my only life. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. Help, help! My lady’s dead! O, well-a-day that ever I should forget