undone, lady, we are undone. 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, wherefore art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in the stars, Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s watching. CAPULET. No, not he. Though his face