lord is come. NURSE. She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets. Now, fellow, what’s there? FIRST SERVANT. Where’s Potpan, that he tilts With piercing steel at bold Mercutio’s breast, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a man to death. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by the book. NURSE. Madam, your mother much upon these years That you run