Capulet, Paris and Servant. CAPULET. But Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. I have watch’d ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick. LADY CAPULET. Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s kill’d, he’s dead. JULIET. Can heaven be so envious? NURSE. Romeo can, Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo,